In The Beginning

Hello! I'm Mora. I'm just your average every day teen. That is until I fell asleep and refused to wake.

I come from a normal life. Parents who love me. Siblings who annoy me. An after school part time job to pass the time. You get it. I was living the average teenage dream.

Life was predictable. I knew when and where events in my life would take place and what was expected of me.

I turned in my assignments on time. Came home after school to "check in". And rushed to my job so as not to be late.

And then the world came crashing down. A month into my senior year of high school my parents informed my siblings and I that they were getting a divorce. Mom would keep the house and us kids and dad would "hang" with us come the weekend.

The transition was shaky at best and down right miserable at worst. The family time we used to have was gone. The stability and predictability was gone. At first I thrived.

My curfew was ignored the rules were very rarely enforced and I discovered a new way to life which included a drop in grades and many nights partying with the in crowd at school.

My parents felt guilty and blamed each other for the turn my life was taking, and I was more than willing to let them take the blame. I wasn't about to take responsibility for my actions. This relaxed approach to my last year of upbringing came to a halt the night I got into my first car accident that earned me a few hundred dollars in fines, community service, and a lifetime guarantee of grounding.

See I went to a party with some friends. Got high and then drunk and still believed I could manage to drive the few miles home. A missed curve and a flipped car later found me upside down in a ditch. The car I almost hit stopped and reported the accident. Amazingly enough I was unhurt. The EMT said it was probably due to my body's lack of reaction to the crash since I was too intoxicated to do much but press down on the gas petal.

So here I am now two months into my senior year and on probationary house arrest. I can't attend school, go to work, or much less go to the mall. I have to do all my homework from school and attend meetings online for treating my "inability" to cope. At least my parents are finally agreeing on something and Unfortunately for me that is that I am out of control and will spend the rest of my life confined to my room. Such bs.

They ruined my life and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them.