Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20180629162551/@comment-34928186-20180630161500

Yvette had a yawn but dusted off her hair. What she hadnt told her son is because of her weak body a disease she caught in Germany while coming to America could take her life. Littering her back was a bunch of rashes and her arms were covered with hives and spots. While Hai was at school she worked around the house cleaning up but the conditions in the apartment were horrible. Complaining to the land lord could end her up in jail, but she retired to the small bathroom taking a cloth and coughing up blood in it. Her and her son's room had mold on the walls never mind the amount of paint she tried to put over it. The mold spores got into her lungs causing breathing problems, but due to the poor conditions going outside or doing too much work caused her to loose her breath and stop immediately. Washing the bloody cloth off was a challenge as the mother dusted off her apron looking over at her son. "I'm going to sleep." she nodded even though it was 7:30. Her eyes looked sunken in and she laid in her bed rolling over pulling the thin cloth over. Going to visit her brother he said she had something of about 4 days but she lived the 2 now she would be determined so her son wouldn't live out on the streets. Turning over she felt something in her throat close up she didn't know what it was as she struggled to breathe grabbing her neck. Yvette took her pillow trying to get up but her face began to turn blue managing to get her body to the ground she pulled herself up to her stomach but as soon as she reached for the water a glass broke and her hand fell. (Yes i di d that)

Beth heard a bunch of voices outside assuming the Rucharts were throwing yet another family party again. That couple didn't use any protection and had like 6 kids. Beth didn't go well with kids like that as she rolled her eyes hearing the Rucharts long extended family roll in. She counted 7 cars and 18 more children along with that from both sides. That was a nice house and she wanted that house. Beth just hoped they moved out soon because the younger boys 3,5, and 7 always found spray cans to paint her tree or the side of the yard. The side of the yard was littered in paint on her wall