Today I woke up, took a shower, and went to school. Personally, I love school. It gets me out of the house, it gives me something to do, and it keeps me away from my mom. At the beginning of each class I’m happy and I can’t wait till class starts, but as the clock ticks, I dread the end of the day. The second the bell rings everyone floods out the door. Except for me. I have to nearly drag myself out of the school and to my bus. The moment I get home from school and step in to my small apartment building I’m greeted by my mom. Some of you might think that’s a nice and caring thing for your mom to do. That’s not how I would describe my mom’s greeting. I’d say it’s a brutal, painful and a bloody battle the moment I step into the apartment. Today when I came home from school my mom grabbed me by shirt, slammed me against the wall and strangled me. “What’s wrong?” I tried to gasp out. “YOU DIDN’T FINISH THE LAUNDRY!” she screamed. “I’m sorry. I was going to finished after school today.” I choked out. She let me drop to the ground. Then she knelt down and punched me in my mouth. I got up and ran to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror. My lip was bleeding. I called the cops, but by the time they got here, my lip stopped bleeding. “YOU CALLED THE COPS ON ME YOU F*****G W***E!” she shrieked. Then it began again. Just another normal day in my life.