Imagine living a life where you have a best friend parents who love you. Everyone know who you are. Well sorry to burst your bubble but I don't have that life. My parent died when I was 8 years old. I live with my alcoholic aunt. I'm hit by her every time she does come home which is about once a week. And the reason I hate going to school Andrew Thomson the reason I cry myself to sleep. The reason I've ended up in the hospital 4 times this year the reason I can't wait for next week the reason I can't wait to be 18 so I don't have to stay here for the rest of my life.