| Tales Untold : Pt. 2 -- The Autobiography [Continued]

I didnt know wat it was, guess turning into a teenager starts fukkin wit yur mind when yur friends n everyone else is changing n yu've always been the same. My friends n i always questioned alot "where is this person?" n "have i changed?" and often i always told them yes, to a certain degree. if i look back on it, ive changed since then too, mine just wasnt as noticable as it gradually happened. 8th grade year, i started weeding out who could be my friends for a long time coming, for the first time i did this. the chick i had PE with who i considered one of my best friends wasnt necesarrily one of them, becuz it seems liek that was the first time sumone was mad cuz i aint give them all my attention. funny thing is, ive felt that way toward everyone for my whole life, not really madd just its like im heard, kind of, but never listened too. n she had other ppl to listen to her, just i guess me being even with attention wasnt good enuff. becuz ive always been geenerous try to be there for other ppl, i dont think i ever took the time out for myself, ever. unless ppl think im selfish, then watever i am =/ . so 9th grade, corrin became my best friend, us wildin out in 1st period, Naba became a great friend of mine, one of my best, telling me srrything, since we had gym together, but the gurl who was my best friend from gym before completely ignored me at lunch, which we ate together erryday wit her friend betsy, who became my friend. i almost dropped her off the list but for sure she wasnt one of my best anymore. n simultaneously, for the first time i saw my brother curse out my mom. i cant even rememebr wat the bull shit was about but i think he had been smokin dat kush for over a year already. it was like he had all this weird anger n emotion toward her, like alotta teens do toward parents, but i remmeber him yelling "get the fuk off me, fuk yu" several times in my dad's house...a week after his mother died. i was in my dad's room watchin tv n all three of dem were in the living room, all of a sudden i heard my mom's car keys n her door slam wen she walked out my dad house, n i had headphones on blastin i think the CB Exclusive cd. I ran outside into that street n hopped in the car with her, i didnt want to be left in that house with a maniac and my dad saying "not in my house! not now" . just he hadnt seem like their son or my brother. for months n months he aint do shit around the house, no dishes or mowing the lawn, n i had to see this kidd everyday, n on the bus, n at skool, and cursing out the fukkin bus driver like he's fukkin stupid, seriously, i never seen sumthin more stupid or immature. he's a fukkin embarassment. i just remmeebr after a while i always threatened to leave wen my mom n him argued. it was EVERY NITE or AT LEAST 4-5 days of the week for idk how many months. i remember in one month the police was at my house 6 or 7 times. so sumtimes i did leave wen they argues especially wen i heard an item thrown or my brother kept slamming doors off their hinges. i walked ot my friend Mel house, she lived half a mile away, even in the rain i walked once. sumtimes my brother stayed out all nite n sumtimes i wished he kept doin that so i wudnt hafta hear dem argue botut he same old shit. so then a friday came, the last oen during spring break, 9th grade year still, and i was home n my brother n his friend was here too, n i always hated wen he brought piotheads up in here, it feels awkward for me to walk trhu my own living room. so n e ways i here him n my mom yellin at eachother over the damn phone, he pissed my mom locked him out the computer. next thing i know i heard glass smash, shit gettin thrown around, n doors bangin. he leaves the house for a few minutes n i see he broke his pic frame on the wood floor, ripped the damn cabinet off the hunges n made a fukkin hole in the garage door leading into the house. wen i was in my room n heard him walk in again, i felt i needed to leave becuz i did not want to be there with a crazy kid and not wen my mom wud come home. so i walked to Mel's house n chilled dere all day, called my mom to warn her of wat she wud see wen she came home, n she called da popos., more arguing blah blah blah. but i never thot their bull shit wud send her to jail for no fukkin reason.