B r o k e n R e c o r d

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~Sonia's POV~

L i f e. It's a simple, four letter word; Yet nothing in our world is more complex. Life is... Everything. What does it even mean to be living?

To you, life may mean laughter, happiness, and joy; Akin to the color yellow. You go to school where you are greeted with warm hugs from your friends. You come home and do your homework. You struggle with some concepts but overall, you understand them pretty well and you know that despite having trouble with those few topics your teacher discussed, you have faith that you will get better at it and soon understand it. You look forward to your future when you can finally study what you want and be who you want to be. You probably attend regular sports practices and have at least five or six trophies resting on your shelves in your room. You and your family have your disagreements, but ultimately, your pretty happy. Sunday dinners are always a joy and filled with chuckles... and Dad's terrible jokes.
L i f e  i s  G o o d. . .

To me... Life is nothing but A  B r o k e n  R e c o r d. . .

Each day, I wake up at 6:15am to my alarm and I go downstairs. I usually don't get to eat breakfast because my parents will be arguing in the kitchen. Don't feel bad for me, honestly, I'm way passed used to it by now. Then after listening to them argue for about ten minutes while getting my backpack ready, I'll head back upstairs and brush my teeth and my hair. I don't have any makeup. I've always been too afraid to ask for it. I know exactly what Mom would say:

"What for? So you can make me look like some reckless pagent mother?"

After doing my best to make myself look half decent, I'll go back into my room and slip on my uniform. Then hopefully, Mom and Dad will be finished with their daily war and Mom will go back upstairs and get ready for work. Then she drives me to school. From there, I go to three classes and skip fourth because it's religion and I don't give a shit and neither does my teacher so...

Then... I go home and sleep.

T h i s  i s  m y  l i f e. . .

But, there is one thing good in my life.

F i f t h  H a r m o n y

They're music... It makes me happy. It helps me color over all the blue in yellow. When I sing they're songs, I feel okay again.

When I listen to them speak about feminism and loving who you are, it makes me want to become the best young woman that I can be.

T h e y  k e e p  m e  g o i n g. . .

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