I, Deena Fortsworth, wasn't a regular 15-year old you see in the mall with her friends, at the store, at Starbucks. It was almost like I was a stay-at-home parent. I never went out. I was very quiet. I never intended on making friends. Well, I never had any. I looked out side the window. I sighed once I saw the moving truck. I glanced over at my boxes, and knew it was time to load them into the truck.

"Leo! Get your boxes and bags, the moving truck is here." Ms. Fortsworth shouts. (Mom.) "No dip mother." Leo rolls his eyes. Leo is my big brother. He wasn't really social either, but had a ton of friends. We grab our stuff and load them into the truck. "Hurry, get in the car kids." Mom says. We stand infront of the house saying the last goodbye. We then head to the car. I looked out the car window as they pulled off. A tear ran down my golden skin.

Ms. Fortsworth seemed happy about moving. "Mom, why are we moving again?" Leo asked.

"New beginnings hon."

"I don't want a new beginning." He mumbles.

Mom sighs. The worst thing was, I was moving to Chicago. Chicago? Really? Couldn't Mom pick a much safer place? "Dee, you okay dear?" Mom looks back.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? If you need anything-"

"Don't act like this whole moving thing is okay because it's not. You didn't even ask us if we were okay with moving. Don't you ever consider our feelings?" I say.

"Yes in fact I do. But this is a fresh start. You could meet some friends, meet some awesome people." Mom says. I ignore her. I put my airpods in and turn my phone volume all the way up, hoping to block out everything. Hollywood was way much better than Chicago. Hollywood felt like home. I missed my cousins, mí familia. Everyone.

Sometimes I wish I had friends. People to support me. They say family are supposed to support through everything. But mom is the complete opposite. She never has good advice. Its always criticism. And I hate when she does that. Like why can't mom grow up? She has two kids. Doesn't know how to raise them, doesn't even know what we like, and doesn't even know how to at least give some GOOD advice.

TW: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT. (a little.)

Mom had me at 15, and Leo at 14. She apparently thought she was grown enough to start popping babies out of her ***. Or is it- The thing is about my Mom, she thinks she's a full grown adult. And you might be asking yourself, Well yeah, she is 30. That's not the thing. Moms brain functions like a 6-year old. She thinks everything is about her. "Ooh, look at this glitter hand bag! Does it match my dress? Or my hair? Or my shoes Dee?" That's constantly all I hear. Mom is still a child herself. Like what the hell Mom? If its that pretty, then just fucking buy the "glittery" bag.

Leo is a literal man-*****. He banged most of the girls at my school. He leads them on, dates them for about a week, has sex, then moves on to the next girl. He goes by Litty Leo or, Slutty Leo. And he enjoys this stuff. What is he going to do when he finds out he's a teenage father? What is he going to do then? Because Mom is for sure not going to let him drop out.