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"Eat your breakfast and don't leave a crumb behind. I'm tired of you wasting all my good shit around here", my Aunt Clarissa joked. She's been this way pretty much as long as I remembered ever since my parents left.
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The guardiansthat weresupposed to love and protect me left me for the life of fame and fortune. They now own the biggest Investment company in the world "Matthews INC". I hated them and there two other children who is supposedly my other siblings but I won't believe it until I see it. So.. here I am living with my mother's sister, with a job at an high school as a janitor, with no life, no boyfriend, and no foreseen dreams (I think). But even through the pain and suffering, I have managed to stay strong. I deserved every bit of what I have now and not what I had back then with my parents.
Point blank.
"You know, I really proud of you, right?", she smiles breaking me out of my thoughts. I shrugged and sighed as I pick up my mug to finish my coffee.
"I'm not sure if being a 22 year old janitor at a high school full of naughty kids is something to be proud of". She laughs and takes my mug and plate before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"That's everything to be proud of. You've come a long way and I'm glad and honored to be your fill- in parent no matter what job or setback". I smiled and gave her hug before grabbing my caramel colored backpack from behind my wooden chair.
"Have a good day sugar cakes", my aunt gleamed.
"Yes ma'am. Tell Uncle Sam I said goodbye once he wakes up", I yelled back.
"Alright".
I slammed the door and grabbed the keys from my back pocket to the 2013 Nissan Altima that my aunt purchased for my 16th birthday. Without this baby, I would be walking my ass to my job everyday. My ride has been through 20 fucks, 2 accidents, and a million sketch outs. I'm really surprised it's still running the way it had on my 16th birthday.
What a trooper.
Once I had cranked up the engine, I tuned the radio to my favorite jazz station that gives me inspiration to draw my sketches after I get off of work. Yes, you heard right, I can draw.
