Looks may be deceiving-Robby Keene

Things aren't good at home

Amelia had been laying in bed, it was a Sunday night  and her parents had been home early  from the firm. She was laying sideways, her back facing against her door. Her headphones were in, trying desperately trying to block out the screaming match her parents were having, Amelia didn't even know why they were screaming. 

When Amelia heard the sound of glass shattering she flinched and took her headphones out. 

"You fucking bitch!" Richard screamed, 
"Don't fucking touch me you mother fucker!" Amy had screamed. That's when the footsteps lead up to Amelia's room, her door swinging open. She sat up and faced the door, her heart beating what seemed to be a million miles a minute. 

"Your father is a fucking lunatic!", her mother screamed, Richard hot on her heels. "Don't go spreading lies about me to my daughter!" 
Richard and Amy had now fully come  into Amelia's room,  causing panic to rise in her stomach, leaving an unsettling pit. 

"Oh no, trust me Richard, she sees what a fucking loser you are! She sees what a fucking dick you are to her and her mother. You are nothing but a fucking-"

A loud slap was heard in Amelia's room, causing her to gasp as she covered her mouth. Her mom was staring daggers at Richard. Amy stared her husband up and down before walking out of her daughters bedrooms. Richard stared at his daughter, Mia looked up terrified. Her heart was beating insanely fast. She felt a lump in her throat. She felt like she couldn't breathe. 

"You know. Everything I do is for you. I will not except anything less them perfection from you." 
Amelia laughed slightly. "Yeah, that's no pressure at all." 
"I don't care how much pressure it puts on you. You do what is best for the family," with that, Richard slammed his daughters door. 

Amelia sat there for a few moments before grabbing her keys and heading out her door. She didn't care if she was heard. She needed to get the fuck out of this house. 

As soon as Amelia got in her car she rested her head on the steering wheel. She took shallow breaths in and out. She messily put her hair up in a ponytail before she began driving. She reached for her smokes put found her lighter wasn't there 

"Son of a bitch," she cursed before pulling into the convenient store by her dojo. She sighed as she shut off her car before walking into the colder night air, then heading into the store, noticing her sensei's car in the corner of her eye. She walked in, seeing the same cashier as always also noticing Johnny at the beer coolers. They made brief eye contact before Amelia looked away. She went towards the till, grabbing the pack of lighters and handing them to him. "Just the lighters?"
Amelia nodded. "$6.50" Amelia tapped her card before taking the lighters and sitting on the curb. She heard the store bell ding as she put the smokes between her lips. 

"Didn't take you as a smoker, Peabody" 
Amelia laughed slightly as she lit her cigarette taking a puff before answering. 
"Looks may be deceiving, but at least I don't drink all my problems away sensei," she said staring at the 12 pack of beer Johnny was holding.  Johnny took a seat next to his student. "I don't drink all my problems away. Besides, I don't need your judgment." 
"I don't need yours either," 
"Are you okay?"
"Cool, cool, cool. Fun, fun, fun"
"Why aren't you at home?" 
Amelia took a deep inhale, then blowing out the smoke. "Honestly, things aren't good at home," 

Johnny looked at his student with concern. "Things are just tense, I'm fine. I just needed a break away." 
"Look, if you ever need anything, or things get too 'tense', I'm here," 

Amelia wanted to laugh at that. Johnny Lawrence, offering her a resource was funny. Afterall, he left his own son, what good would he do for Mia? 

Amelia just nodded before putting her smoke out on the curb. "I'll see you at practice." 
"Yeah, and hey! Lay off the smoking! We don't need your lungs to affect your fighting," 
Amelia laughed "No promises," 
"Be safe Peabody, I mean it," 
"You too sensei" 

Amelia then got back in her car, watching as Lawrence got in his. Amelia sat there for a moment, biting her nails. 

Her home wasn't much of a home. But as long as she covered it with fake smiles, no one would notice. And that's what mattered. 

Everyone needed to think she was perfect. 

That's all she wanted to be.