everything to everyone ...

The truth's.. i bruise easily..

"But dad ?! please! I've constantly done what you asked, and I've been doing what you asked for my whole life, especially photography. I've taken countless amounts of courses, of notes, and studied and watched you and all your coworkers as well ! When is it my turn?!" Sighing softly, she crossed her arms , a large, mossy green bag on her hip, contains a camera, lights, lenses, and a heavy binder with countless notes. she'd been told she'd finally get her chance.. at least until her parents switched it up last minute on her, her evil dad and stepmom.

" Amelia Lisa Parker, I said no. You will do only what Marcos tells you , and nothing else. You're not ready, you're mediocre at best, and you still can't even hold a camera correctly, or figure out the difference between aperture and shutter speed. And if I hear otherwise, I'm taking away your camera , and the rest of your devices with cameras. Do you understand." Crossing his arms sternly, her stepmom next to him with a wide smile on her face at this site, she rolled her eyes, ready to run out the door to this now stupid day. God.. did that hurt.. another bruise to her list,, this one mentally.. she knew he knew that wasn't true, yet he was acting like that.. no doubt because the monster next to her..

" fine, I understand but you know, kaitlyn, Jonathan.. you both suck and I hate you! And I know this was your choice.. you're the worst ever! And I wish that you..." pointing to Jonathan... she starting walking off, tears forming in her eyes.. " I wish you never married her after mom!" Gulping as she slammed the front door, she bit her lip.. god was that going to get her in a lot of trouble.. it always did.. but, it was worth it.. it always was in the end, sure maybe nothing changed, but sooner or later.. she'd get out .. she always did. She ran away, at fourteen, right after her mom died,, and .. she had , never planned on leaving, but her dad disappeared.. and she had no choice.. and boy did her dad get pissed at that.. since her mom had died, her dad was,, constantly in a need to be right, and had to constantly belittle her.. and god that never stop, especially when he met and married her step mom merely 3 months after her mom elizabeth died,, with a girl he had met a few months before her mom died.. a sneaky suspicion of why and how her dad moved on so fast.. and so.. the past two years had already been hell.. and had she messed today up ..

it was going to be so much worse for her.. and of course, she had to walk there, because her witch of a step mom convinced her dad she needed to exercise and do walking more. So , wiping her tears, putting her headphones in , and turning her iPod on she slowly walked the 30 minutes to roque records, her bag heavy on her shoulders, but a fake smile on her face, before slowly turning to a frown , remembering what was a few minutes before her... why couldn't she get her chance, why did her step mother have to corrupt her dad.. why did her dad never trust her.. and why was there so many screaming girls.. wait.. oh god , dak zevon .. right.. well this was going to be a long, boring day. and.. slowly but surely she made her way into the building, checking in.