I sat in my room,curtains drawn and my door locked,sighing as I listened to my mother talking in the kitchen.Why did she have to be so...mean?Why was she so damn intent on making me miserable?Well..whatever her reasons were,I didn't want to know..I had a show to look forward to,and no MOTHER was going to stop me from watching it.
I flipped the TV on and smiled slightly as I turned the channel to Cartoon Network.
"You're gonna see us
Jump up,kick back,whip around and spin!
Then we jump back and do it again!
Ninja-GO!
Ninja-GO!
Come on,come on,come on
And we do it again!
Jump up,kick back whip around and spin!~"
"Episode sixteen:Double Trouble...."
I grinned and leaned forward,eyes intent.This was my show...Ninjago:Master's of Spinjitzu.Who cared if I was a sixteen year old girl watching a show for boys more than half my age...?This show had gotten me through a lot,and even though a lot of people didn't understand,all that mattered was how much it meant to me-not anyone else.
There was a loud knock at the door,catching me by surprise."OPEN YOUR DOOR!"I heard my mom yell.I drew a sharp breath...she seemed pissed.Even more so than usual.I sighed and rolled off my bed,opening my door and meeting my mom's fiery-eyed gaze.
"Yes...?"I asked.She pushed the door open and walked into my room,eyes resting on the TV."Blaize...What are you watching?"she asked,voice edged with something harsh."M-my show..."I stammered.She looked at me."We've DISCUSSED this already..."
I sighed and looked at her,hoping to find a way to make her understand."Mom.It's just a show..watching it makes me happy,"I said.
"I don't CARE.It's time to grow up,Blaize.No more of this stupid Lego shit.Now,come on...time to go pick up your sister from Drill Team practice."
A few minutes later,I was riding shot-gun,arms crossed.As she rambled on about the importance of growing up.With every sentence that came from her mouth,the more I wanted to just....scream.
Eventually,I snapped.
"MOM!It's MY life..who cares if I'm watching a show with Lego!?It doesn't matter!So,can we just DROP the subject?!"
She tore her gaze away from the road,and what followed came in fragments...My mom loosing control of the wheel.The car spinning put of control..crashing violently into the large patch of trees,the glass shattering and cutting my skin...and this horrible,searing pain in my arm.I managed to crane my neck to the side,wincing..a tree branch pierced my arm,and I felt something warm dribble down my forehead.It..it was blood.
I once again craned my neck to the other side,my vision growing increasingly blurry.The drivers seat's airbag had gone off,and as far as I could tell,the most damage were the shards of glass in her skin.
"Momma..?"
My voice came out quiet...I knew that I was teetering on the edge of consciousness.There was no answer..the airbag knocked her out.I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood,inhaled sharply,and let my body relax...drifting into the dark void of unconsciousness....
