• She sits on her bed alone. Crying, wondering why the world is so cruel sometimes. Why is she hated for doing things she likes to do. Her mother yells at her constantly as she weeps, as she stands infront of the woman breaking her spirit. Taking it as the words kill her inside. With no room for her to speak. She never gets a say in these one-way arguments. As her family's words hit her, crush her, break the very person she is.
    "You're never going to amount to anything! You do things that arn't going to get you anywhere in life. I treat you different from everyone else. You know why? Because you are never home. You are the worst out of the kids. And if you don't start doing your chores I'm going to take away your allowance and you won't be going to your stupid band practice tomorrow."My mother said on the way home from practice one night. Right as I get home I grab my things from the car and go straight to my room wet tear filled eyes holding on until i get somewhere where no one can tell I'm crying. I get undressed and go into the shower and let it all out. I get out and dry my eyes and myself and go to my room get dressed. As I sit and brush my hair I can only sit there in silence on my small bed."Why me? Why does this happen to me? How Am I the bad kid...I'm only doing things I like to do, and yet I get no support, no love." Is what I say before I grab my teddy bear and turn out the light for a good night's rest.
    I wake up Tuesday morning."Winterguard practice today!" Is the first thing that puts a smile on my face as I'm getting dressed. Atleast I don't have to be home and get bitched at all day. I get to school And quietly make my way to the band room. Say hi to all my buds and put my stuff in my locker with Bobsworth my trombone. Next thing you know the bell rings, and here comes Robert...my ex boyfriend who just so happens to sit next to me."Hi" "hey! Gotta get ready and get my chair and stand!" I say as I rush away from him. The rest of the day goes on with fun hyperness after lunch and fake smiles. On the way home from guard practice I get bitched at on the way home as usual. Back pains killing me, I have vocab words to do.
    This is only just the beginning.