Pride.

Chapter 1: Sunshine.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Sunshine?"

I just stood there, staring at the floor, unwilling to meet my father's disappointed glare.

"Look at me when I talk to you, you hard-headed fool!"

I lift my head up, only for it to swing sideways at the impact of my father's hard smack across my face.

"I only asked one small thing of you. ONE SMALL THING! And that was to try out for your school football team. But you had to not make it, didn't you?" You just had to purposely not make the team to disgrace your poor old man. You could've followed in my footsteps, become a CHAMPION, at that school! Uphold my legacy! But you had to go and be a smart-ass, and purposely fail the try-outs!" Dad furiously screamed at me.

Dad grabbed the back of my head, twisting my shoulder-length golden locks in his fist. He yanked me closer to his face, a mask of pure fury that would never diminish. Ever since mom died, it only took the slightest things to trigger his unreasonable rage that simmered beneath his neatly done tie and CEO branded badge. He became obsessed with me, his only child, and was suddenly determined to turn me into the manliest of men. My name, chosen by my mother, never helped along that goal. What was worse, was that I clearly reminded him of mom everyday. Her shining, golden locks, her sun-kissed skin, her gentle face, and her eyes, a mixture of bright blue and a hazy green. Whereas his hair was an ebony black, and his skin was a light bronze. His features were sharp and hostile, and he had a very broad and muscular build. The only thing I even half-inherited from him were his watery brown eyes, that make mine a mixture of brown and green.

"And then, BEHIND MY BACK, you go and tryout for your school play? PLAYS ARE FOR SISSYS SUNSHINE!!!"

He let go, and shoved me against a wall. I scrambled to get upright, as he continued on with his lecture.

" You better commit to this, spend each and every of any of your free moments DEDICATED TO THIS, or so help me you will pay the price of wasting my valuable time." He spat in my direction.

He turned, and shoved my fragile door open, ignoring the newly made chips on the edge of the frame. I refused to even take a solitary breath, before I assured myself he was out of my bedroom. When he was finally gone, I let out the breath I've been holding in. Along with it, came the streams of tears.

Tears blurring my vision, I stare at my reflection in an old mirror, hand-picked by my mother at a yard sale. The image of an anorexic boy addicted to anti-depressants and weight loss pills, who resembles more of a girl than he does a boy, whimpers back at me. Quickly I turn away, stumbling and crashing into things, not caring if my father comes back upstairs, trying to find my art book. I reach my book bag and unzip the middle pocket, and yank out the cream colored, hard cover sketch book, given to me by my mother, while she was on the hospital bed. I clutch it to my chest, unable to find the strength to open it.

I spend the rest of the night shaking under my desk, a mess of tears and snot, crying out for a mother who can't come back.

Crying out, for the only person who ever loved me for me.

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Hello Wattpaders! This is a story I have really wanted to write, so I did! I think it is good so far, but I apologize for the shortness of it. Chapters are divided among the 6 different characters, since I have 6 main characters. This was Sunshine's introduction, so leave comments on any mistakes, or voice your thoughts.

Bye~ N.