I moved back to Los Angeles when I was 16. My mom and stepdad thought the schools would be better than Sacramento. I mean, I was happy going back to were I was from but I missed my friends. I started L.A.H.S three days after we moved back. I already knew a girl there named Louise. My dad lived in LA and she lived across the street. We also were in kindergarten together. She showed me around the school, I thought it was a college! It had three units, North, West, and South. The café was its own place, the gym was, arts building etc. So its save to say that I was amazed. I knew that this was going to be a great high school year and could not wait.
*1 year later...*
"You are a screw up to life! When will you understand Dylan!?!" My stepdad, Lee, was yelling at me again because I got a D on my math test. " You have all of these little dreams about moving to England, becoming a singer, being noticed, but were will you get with these grades? Hmmmm?" "Lee, It is just a test. I will try har-" I couldn't even finish my sentence because of Lee cutting me off. "YOU ALWAYS SAY THIS DYLAN! 'But Lee I promise I will do better, but Lee, I am smart, I study..' BULLSHIT DYLAN! JUST BULLSHIT!!" My mom walked in and told him not to yell at me like that. Then they started going at. "Lee! Dylan is trying hard! She did study, she is smart and doubting her is not going to help." Lucky for me, I was going to my dads tonight so I had some time away from Lee.
I never really talked about my personal life. I got yelled at a lot by Lee, Mom and Lee, always went at it, and I didn't want people to think I had a dysfunctional family life and such. Louise only knew what went on. But she did not know all of it. I try to act happy so people wont think I am depressed all the time. I was considering suicide when I heard a song, Glad You Came on the radio....
