Today as soon as I opened my eyes I heard the vase outside my room break into tiny pieces. I decided to ignore it thinking my little sister Annika accidentally knocked it over. I got out what I wanted to wear: Bootcut jeans , a whit crop top , a tan stringy vest and flower crown and wedges.Guess I was feeling like a hippie. I started to get dressed and when I had my shirt around my neck Annika ran into my room screaming" Jessie(my step father from hell) and Mommy are fighting again!" I literally almost slapped her because she ran into my room without knocking and I was no where near decent. I just continued getting dress while Annika hid under my covers. I started to walk to the bathroom with Annika holding on to my leg (that was an understatement it was more like squeezing and making my leg go numb). Right when I got to the door someone chucked a plate and it hit less then three inches away from my face. When they fight it gets super violent. Once the cops arrested Jessie because he threw a knife at my mom. Annika was crying. Once I got into the bathroom I locked the door and sat Annika on the toilet while I washed my face and did my makeup. I didn't really feel like putting on much so I just put on mascara, eyeliner , and red lipstick. I picked up Annika and carried her downstairs. At the dinner table were Jessie , my mom and my twin brother (yes I have a twin ) Marion. Everyone was just staring. "I know I look beautiful today you don't have to stare." I said breaking the silence. Everyone did that nervous laugh.
"Sit down please" my mom said in a shaky voice. I sat down with Annika on my lap.
"Lets cut to the chase", Jessie say in that annoying nasaly voice of his," Me and your mom are getting divorced." Thank God. You do not understand how long I have been waiting for this to happen. 4 fxcking year, 4 horrible fxcking years. "Ok" I said brushing it off. I got up to go get me and Annika breakfast then I walked to school. I was so happy that day school flew by. I walked to my ballet studio, once I opened the door Erika, Ella, Emily( the papers) cornered me.
"Why weren't you here yesterday?" Ella said bringing me in for a hug.
"Something happened at school" I said trying to get to the changing room.
"Care to share?" Erika said touching my hair.
"Not really."I said now trying to nudge them out the way.
"Awww why not we're best friends aren't we ?"She said in a baby voice. In my head I was like bxtch the fxck hxll no we are not best friends. Every single one of you is a Thot. And offer soooooo. I decided to make a deal with them. "If you let me go to.the changing room and change I'll tell you what happened ok?"
"Ok" they said in their giggly voices.
I told them what happened as I
I got dressed. After I finished they jumped me for no reason at all. Don't mess with paper or else you'll get a paper cut. After struggling through ballet I got home and cut. A lot.
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Ballet and Blades
General FictionBallet isn't just hard on the feet. For Marilyn , ballet is hard on her mind and soul. Although her dancing is beautiful she is mentally falling apart. But you can't tell.........unless you look at the many lines on her wrist. From getting bullied b...
