What is this feeling? (Marianas Trench FanFic)

~Allison's POV~

October 26.. The day I was born. 2 sisters 1 brother myself and my mom and dad. Everything started out perfect. My life was completely amazing for the first 10 years. After having it so perfect I thought it would always stay this way.

I was the popular girl, the one everyone looked up to. The tall blonde girl with perfect skin and hair. I was living a dream, I thought my life couldn't get anymore perfect.

At age 10 I was the only girl in my grade that started developing. I began to get shape and boobs. A lot of people were jealous of me and I was okay with it because I'd rather them be jealous instead of me being jealous of someone.

~almost 3 years later~

I'm about to turn 13 but something feels different. I've never gotten this feeling before my birthday, I'm only turning a year older.

My mom burst thru the door. I was expecting her to have a present for me but she didn't. She had one for my older sister.

"What do you want for your birthday Alli?" She asked.

"I want to dye my hair" I responded.

My mom replied "Honey, if you do that you won't be the perfect blonde girl anymore."

At this point I didn't really care. I want to be myself not "the perfect blonde girl".

My mom left the room. She seemed up set but I honestly don't know why. She always told me not to lie to her or anyone. I want to dye my hair. I'm going to be a teenager and I should be allowed. Anyways, who said you had to have blonde hair to be perfect.

-Next Day-

I woke up at 9am. This is weird. Normally everyone gets up around 8 and my brother would be screaming and running around the house. I get out of bed to see if everything alright.

~Moms (Tracy) POV~

Shhh. Her she comes.

"SURPRISE!!!!" Everyone yells

"Happy birthday honey, we have something we'd like to give you!" I say to her.

She's not fully awake yet. She yawns and wipes her eyes. I hand her a case.

As she opens the box her face lights up.

~Allison's POV~

"OMG!!!!!!!" I yelled

"I love it, I love you! Thanks soo much. Your the best family anyone could ask for!!" I said as I hugged them.

I couldn't believe she got me a guitar. I've wanted one for years now.

I run to my room with my guitar and sit on my bed. I begin to play. I only know a few chords. I begin to make up words to a song and sing them as a play

" My parents are amazing

My parents rock

I love them so much"

I hear clapping in my door way. It's my dad standing there. He sits down on the bed, looks me in the eyes and says:

"Honey your voice is beautiful. Why haven't I heard it before? You could go far with it."

I give him a huge hug. I always knew I could sing well but I never thought about singing as a career until now.

I would practice my guitar every day. I'd come home from school and practice. I'd eat supper then practice. I started ignoring my family. I don't think they liked it very much.

I came home from school and ran to my room to practice as usual. I was in the middle of practicing when my mom burst thru the door.

"You might as well stop even trying with the guitar. Your horrible. You can't sing at all. I would rather hear a dying cow, it'd sound better then your voice ever will" she screamed at me.

I burst into tears. It was because of them, I actually started playing guitar and singing. It recently became a dream of mine. I thought parents encourage their kids to chase there dreams?

This continued. It felt like it was there job to crush my dreams. For a few months I continued following my dreams.

My parents started acting different towards me. They always told me I was worthless and shouldn't be on the earth. They said how ugly I was and how I'm not good enough to be their daughter.

Those are the kind of things I would hear everyday. I would use music to try and help me take my mind off it. Music very quickly became my life.

By the time I was 15 I couldn't take it anymore...