Is This Suppose to be My Life?

"Yo...Give me a bag of that." he said, pointing to the little white, plastic bag with unknown powder inside. 

I looked around me, sticking my hand inside my bag and quickly handed him the bag of weed. 

Sometimes, I often wonder to myself what kind of world I am living in. I am only 16 years old, and I already dropped out of high school. I know that with only my power, I would not be able to raise myself. I told myself many times not to sell drugs anymore. But hey, they make good money so, why not?

As I walk out of the dark alley, I chucked to myself, happy that I managed to sell all the drugs for today. 'Guess I better get some more for tomorrow...' I stopped walking when I saw a 'Help' sign over at McDonDons. I stood there, reading the sign over and over again. I knew that within my heart, I wanted to work in a normal job even if it's low pay. 

I let out a sigh. 'If only I was a NORMAL teenager...then maybe I could get a NORMAL job.'

I walked for about 15 minutes before I have reached my apartment. I climbed up the rusty stairs and took out my key. Having the key in my hand, I have always been jealous of people with a billion keys on their key chains. I mean, how many doors do they have to open? How the hell do they have so many?!

I jammed the key inside the hole and pushed the door open with great force. There were boxes behind it, and inside, is something I don't want to mention about. 

"Sup' Tassie." My homeroom, along my "best friend" greeted me. He was on the floor, opening the boxes and putting the powder inside the plastic bags. 

I smiled weakly and locked the door behind me. "Hey Danial." I walked over the boxes and sat down opposite of him, watching him carefully scooping up the power and putting it inside the bag with no fail. 

He has beautiful green eyes. It's the only thing that makes him stand out. He is about 5'6, 145 pounds I guess. 

"Did you have any leftovers today?" he asked, still focusing at the bag. 

"Nope, I sold all of them today!" I exclaimed, reaching for my wallet. "We got $200 bucks from them."

"Sweet!" He laughs, finally looking up at me. "But even if we sell them all, shouldn't we only get about $180?"

I grinned. "Yea, but I raised up the price when I was selling it to some addicts."

"Haha! You bad-a*s." He dropped the little spoon and raise his hand. 

I slipped it, giving him the high-five he wanted. 

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It was Saturday today, and Daniel told me that I did a nice job yesterday, so I deserved to get the day off. I wanted this day off soooo badly, because then I could visit my so-called family. I even bought some food over for them. 

Walking down the hill to my home, I remembered when I was growing up. It has been a really long time since I saw my mom. My parents were divorced and my dad moved to another country with another woman. I didn't care, he was a b*****d anyways.

Before ringing the door bell, I fixed my hair in place and dusted the dirt off my clothes a little. I lightly slapped my face, and put on the best smile I got. Finally, I rang the doorbell. 

The door slowly opened at first, but when my mom saw me, she slammed it open. 

"Hey mom. Long time no see." I smiled. 

My mom wore a plain, white short-sleeve with long jeans. Her hair were all tied up in a bun. She looked older than the last time I've seen her. 

She stood there dumbfounded, looking at me from head to toe. She looked back, telling a little child to stay and wait for her. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that child. I kept on thinking, 'No, my mom wouldn't have married and had a baby without telling me. No.'

She sighed heavily and gently pushed me out, closing the door. "Why are you here?"

I looked her in the eyes and smiled weakly. "Who was that kid?"

"Tassie, that's your sister. And answer my question, why are you here?" 

I dropped the food on the floor. "What the f**k are you talking about?! You had a KID for what, 2 years now?! You didn't even think of telling me until I came to you!"

My mom crossed her arms. "Listen, watch your damn mouth ok? I can do whatever I want, you don't get a saying in my life."

I could feel my eyes getting watery. "I don't get a saying in your life? You don't care about your daughter at all, right? You don't care about your first daughter's feelings at all, right!?"

"Stop the screaming now Tassie Williams." She looked at me with hateful eyes. "When was the last time you came over? I didn't considered you as my daughter after you dropped out of high school! I told you repeatedly not to hang out with those kids in school. Did you ever listen to me?! The minute you drop out, you were gone from my life."

I let out a laugh. "Oh, I see how it is." I pushed the hair out of my face to the back of my head. 

"Tassie, look at yourself now. What great success do you ha----"

"Shut the f**k up mom. Just... shut up." I said, walking away. I felt so angry and mad. I couldn't believe what she just said to me. My own mother, telling me all those things. It's a joke.

I stopped when I reached my old elementary school. That place brought such memories. My mom and dad used to pick me up everyday there. I would pop in the car and we would go for snacks or desserts. Now? Heh, someone else took my place already.

I sat down on the bench across the street. Everything looked so blurry and grey... 

"Tassie?" A male, voice said over my shoulders. 

I turned around with a frown. "Who are you?"

The man was tall and muscular. He had a sweat shirt and dark blue jeans on. "It's me, Justin! I was with you in 9th grade before. Man, have you changed!"

"Oh yea, Justin." I said softly as I stood up from my seat. "How have you been?" I smiled, doing one of those handshakes with him. 

"Great great. I'm picking my college next year, so everything is good. 

"Yea, that's great..." 

I looked at the ground, kicking the little rocks around me while Justin continues to talk about his school and future. I stood there listening, getting angrier and angrier by the minute. 

'The life he has...is suppose to be my life!'