SUB-CHAPTER
Rehearsal time; again. i really didnt wanna go. but i had to, because my mom was taking me, and i knew she'd force me out again.
i leaned out the car window, letting the wind blow into my face. i sighed contently, forgetting for a second that we're going to reherseal. i then remembered, tugging my face out of the window and sighing deeply.
"honey, is everything okay?" my mom asked from the front.
"yeah, yeah, im fine." i reply, itching the back of my neck. "i just... i dont wanna go. i dont like it there."
"oh, why?" she asked incredulously, an eyebrow raising.
"i just.. it's embarassing." i stutter out, looking down.
"oh, honey. im sorry, but we still have to get you to practice." she smiled softly, pity in her eyes.
