ok, im sorry, but this isnt what i normally write, i wanted to try something different... im sorry if its lame..



I woke to same sound, as every morning. The cries, of a exhusted child always did. I had thought for a moment we had a routine going on but you know children, but its jsut doesnt happen. It's if as though they are engineered to keep you up late, have a colourful shoulders and bags under your eyes, Well my baby did.
I was young, and so was she. We had that in common. Thats all we had, She was the spitting image of him. He makes it hard to love her sometimes.Which makes me hate him more, Stopping me from loving my own baby , the only person who hasn't rejected me ..yet.
i stumbled out bed, every muscle in my body ached for rest, a desire that could not be fulfilled, my days of relaxtion were OVER. I can't even remeber the last time that i wasn't feeling pain in either my back or muscles.
dragging my feet across the floor, i felt like a kid chucking a trantrum, i even had the pout.
It's 4.30 am, good on ya Mila, you know your mum well to scream and shout at this hour, no matter how long she has been in this world, You never get used to the early starts. I have a hour and half till i have to get ready for school.PERFECT. after what happened last year. im not even sure i want to.
Im starting year 10 this year, and they starting to put the whole "SCHOOL AND YOUR GRADES ARE YOUR MAIN PRIORITY" well that doesn't occur to me?
I already have a priority, and its screams and it's demanding. And besides what am i going to do now? im not to go to yale, and be the fansty writter i had dreamed of, i'll proberly be the hairdresser on the a average wage, and half time netball mum. Visiting the Mc Donald's drive through, to just easy the strain.
Mila's Room was located at the very end of the hall, and she still maintained the skill to vibribe the floor to send me morse code.
....FEED me..NOW...you get the rift?
I started to fluttering my eyes, wishing that i could relief alittle bit of this exhustion. .
I opened her door with a creek that cause my nerves to cringe.Her cry silencing slowly, she knew i was close by.
Literaly dragging myself to her cot. The cot was the only present i recieved from my mum before she kicked me out. disowned, she beleived that because she diddnt need it anymore and she diddnt want her granchild to sleep on the ground even thought she cares nothing of Mila, or me.
the last words i remember from my mum was "GET OUT OF HERE RIKIA!"
I wanted my mum, to show me to be a mum. Mila's cries stopped, i looked down to see her face in complete distress, and sweat traveling down her paniced face. Aww my baby.There is just something you just would be peacefull, this was a moment like this. I reached out my arms to hold her to me. I heard her Pants decreased, she knew she was safe, safe from him, forever.
i turned to find the rocking chair staring at the sunrise, i sighed relief.
I sat down, finally, i could rest my legs. Oh the feeling!! Mila restled in the pockets of my hair.
The sunrise was the only memory before the rude awaking, of the rush outside the door, great the shelter has woken up.