As I was waiting in the office for my mom to pick me up, I was scared as fuck. I've never really told anyone what my mom does to me when she's mad. She gets a belt out and pushes me into the corner and slaps the belt as hard as she can on my legs. Usually later on and the day after, it hurts really really bad. But I act like I don't care because I'm used to it. But when I get in trouble, I get very scared because I know what's coming.

I sat in the office for about fifteen minutes and thought maybe she wasn't wasn't going to show up, I hoped. But then I heard the office door slam open. Shit.

"Get your ass up, we're going home," she said.
"Mrs," the secretary said, "you need to sign her out."
"Aww fuck, fine." My mom replied. As you can tell, my moms kinda rude. I hate her so much. I'm glad I'm nothing like her.

My mom signed me out then turned around and glared at me. Aah shit. I know what's coming. She walks toward me and grabs me by the arm and drags me to the car. I'm glad that everyone was in class. It would've been embarrassing if anyone saw me getting dragged through the halls by mom mother.

When we got to the car, my mom opened the back door and shoved me in. Then she got into the drivers seat, shoved the keys in the ignition, and backed out and onto the street. All of a sudden, she went from 25 miles per hour, to 90.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled.
" I'm done with your shit, Lyric! One of us is dying today, and it ain't me!"
In the distance, I could see the road curve and it went off a cliff. In a split second, I opened the door and jumped out of the car just in time before the car drive off the cliff. Unfortunately, my moms not that smart and she didn't quite get out in time. I rolled on the ground as I hit and when I came to a stop, I stood up and saw the car plunge down the cliff and her my moms high pitched screech. Then at the bottom, I saw the huge firey explosion of the car and knew that my mom was dead.

I know this sounds kinda sad, but I was actually kinda relieved that she was gone. No more torture ad having to pretend to be okay. I was free now. The two things I had to worry about was where I was and where I was going to go. Also trying to get out of there before police came and questioned me. So I started walking back down the road that my mom was driving like a maniac at 90mph and thought that maybe I should go back to the school and see if they could help.