Getting closer to being eighteen, an adult, finally. That’s all I could think about when I was a kid. “When I’m eighteen, I’m gonna….”, yeah, big plans, big dreams but that’s all that they were. I was struggling with everyday life. I thought going to school all day and working all night would make it easier for me. It didn’t. I started cutting class here and there, going to different schools to meet up with other people I associated with or I would just go hang out wherever. Cutting classes led to ditching the whole entire school day. Mom and dad (step) both worked so no one was home during the day, so I would call in and pretend I was my mom to excuse me from school. They never found out or suspected anything. Sometimes dad would come home for lunch and I would sit in the backyard until he left. One time he did come home for lunch and caught me off guard. I just told him I got sent home early because I wasn’t feeling good. He bought it. I didn’t slack off from work though, I really liked my job and the people I worked with, we always had the best time at work. Besides, I wouldn’t want my pockets to be affected because I wasn’t showing up for work, heck no. I looked forward to my pay days and my eighteenth birthday was fast approaching, so I was definitely going to need money.