So not a good day but not the worst either in My Life

So to start it is so crazy that so many people read about my life I thought about that on my bus ride home and want to say I’m a mad person. I guess deeply mad. I’m not a victim not to be mean my mom is a victim; I refuse to let that be part of me. I think that means he wins. I do get mad a lot and have poor me days but look at my battle scar (not a real scar) and think nope I win he is the one that is so unhappy all the time

I got home changed clothes it was 77 at lunch and 30 something and snowing when I got home so got a lecture on wearing shorts and a t-shirt today making extra laundry since I changed. and it went from there. to why I didn’t bring my backpack home I explained for once no homework and no test till Monday so I get a break He said you think you get a break what world are you in and he left wasn’t sure what that meant he made a list.
I started the list and He keeps on top of me trying to get me mad yelling he said I know you want your stuff back and you call it battle scars. I said yes sir I do He said what do you want back most I didn’t answer he shoved me a yelled what do you want back. I ask does it matter you won’t give it back He turned red and said what do you want back most. I said my phone. He said that’s what you want out of all the Sh%$ you had I said yes sir He yelled no wonder you can’t be helped and walked off. He came back and threw my phone at me said I don’t know why I try and went to his room.
I guess I didn’t answer right but I missed my phone. it’s snowing so hard I hope we have school and it doesn’t get canceled.