After all that chaos with my mom, ya know, they found her bong. My grandma reported my mom to the police, and her parole officer came to get her.

  My mom wasn't crying, though. That's what tipped my glass of milk over. Literally, I dropped my glass of milk after I heard she was gonna go back to jail. My aunt came into my room as I was FaceTiming my best friend, Zach. She told me that my mom was going back to the slammer. I thought she was kidding, and I laughed at my own dark humour. Slammer, ha. I can still hear the moans... ugh. Anyways, I went outside and saw the police pushing her head through the door. I'm pretty sure she was on something but I wasn't sure. She just sat in the car and stared at her hand. She must have been on something. 

  A few days later, I heard her boyfriend Blake, had bonded her ass out of jail. Thanks Blake, I've never met you and you've already ruined my life. When my mom came over to my house, she gave me I big hug. I didn't hug her back, I really don't want HPV. She said that she missed me. Yeah, sure, missed me with that gay shit. I just gave her my usual sarcasm. 

  That night, I took a shower and went to bed. But I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about my mom. Damn, she's even ruining my sleep.