Chapter 5: Some type of words.

Chapter 5: Some type of words.
I caught myself thinking about things I haven't thought about in a while. My father for one. My father died when I was fifteen, I am now eighteen, his death happened suddenly, one day he was there, and then he wasn't. When he died, I can tell you I didn't understand, he was there yesterday. It thought it just was a bad magic trick that nobody enjoyed, or a missing puppy. My mother kinda went overboard with his death, she started doing drugs, sleeping with every man possible, abusing her roles as a mother basically. I know it broke her more than it broke me. She feel in love with my father when she was twelve and he was sixteen, I can't really understand how you could fall in love at the age of twelve, when I was twelve, I didn't even know what that word meant. I honestly don't even know what love is now. I couldn't shake these damn thoughts out of my head. I haven't thought of these thoughts forever. Each and every class seem to drag along another horrid memory about shit I didn't want to be thinking about. I just feel asleep in the rest of my classing trying to drown out everything.
“Time to go home.” I heard Devon's voice linger into my ear. I open my eyes and see her and Ace hovering over my lifeless body.
“Come on, time to go home.” She repeated, as if I didn't hear her the first time. I pushed my chair back slowly hitting Aces shoe. I turned around and looked at him, he closed his eyes and shot me this big cheesy smile and moved farther back.
“OK OK. I am ready.” I moved slowly off the chair and put my book bag strap around my shoulder. Devon, Ace and I walked out of the school building, I slowly carried myself behind them.
“Wanna come over my house Elizabeth?” Devon asked turning back, showing off her glossy white teeth.
“Uh, I think I should go home.”
“Are you sure?” Ace jumped into the conversation. I looked at Ace, and thought about it again.
“Uh, why not, I gotta be home at five though.” He smiled, looked straight again. We began walking down some street, which was covered with trash. My old neighborhood was worse, I remember walking to school, finding needles and baggies. Even though this was dirty, it was cleaner than what I was used too. We walked through the park, walking over the green grass, passing the swings, then exiting from the other side.
“My house is right there.” Devon pointed. Her house was across the street from the park, and around the corner from mine.
“You live right around the corner from me.” I said, fixing the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
“Cool.” Ace interrupted, nodding his head up and down. I smiled and we continued walking to her house. Their house looked superior compared to mine, it was a brick building with four glass windows at the center of the house, and two smaller ones at the top. The door was a pearl white color, that glistened, when the sun hit it. It had a porch, with four chairs and a table, also the same color as the door. We walked into the house, the interior was just about as amazing as the front of the house. They had cream color couches, which matched the color of the walls. Highly updated electronics. Beautiful carpeting, paintings hung all around the walls. This house looked like it was meant to be owned by some billionaire.
“Take a seat, you are acting like you never been in someones house before.” Ace said, hanging his book bag on the wall.
“I have never been in someones house that looked like this, it's so beautiful.” I looked around once more and took a seat. My other friends houses, were infested with roaches and mice. When I looked at the walls, there wasn't paintings and happiness there was death. My old friends didn't care though, about there living situations. They walk around with a fly swatter and kill them, I didn't live in a decent house, but I would never allow someone in if my house look that.