The Pain in My Voice

Chapter one:Before School

                                                    Introduction
Hi my name is Victoria Brooklyn Adorie.I am 15 years old,my favorite color is pink,and I go to Teseract boarding school.I get rid of pain by writing poetry,singing,and talking to my friend Amanda Garcia.
                
I walked down the stairs with boxes in my arms dreading my first day of school.My friend,Amanda,held the door open to my moms Lamborghini my dad bought her.My dad had promised me a car in a month,which would be my birthday and I would get my license and have my sweet sixteenth.My life was great except my stepmother was a witch but I had learned to live with it a little.My family was rich,I had the popular boyfriend,and I had the bestest friend I could ever have.time approached quickly and it was soon night.My mother had made us dinner before I had came back from helping my friend Amanda finish her packing.My mom had cooked the worst meal ever and I starred at my plate while she ate graciously.
"Pick up your spoon you brat",she urged.
I looked up at her.
She got up and she put her plate in the sink.She came over and stood behind my chair.She had given me the chills.I looked behind me and she gave a slap to my face.
"Ow,what the hell?!?!?"
"What's the matter you ungrateful brat?Your daddy's not here anymore,he won't be here until your birthday."She smiled evilly.
"You witch.How did my dad choose you.Your ugly and a she-devil in flesh."
"Go to your room you rotten___",she said but never finished.
I bounded up the steps,skipping two or three stairs at a time.I had been miserable ever since my real mom left me and my rich dad and my dad married her twin sister.I didn't stop at the third floor but took the stairs in my room leading to the attic.That was my secret room that had all my favorite things:pictures of my mom,band equipment,and a bed with a TV and a small couch.I had even secretly used my allowance to build more onto it so it was like a little apparent with a kitchen,living room,and a bathroom.I had slowly furnished it and went to it every time I was depressed.The only thing that depressed me was drama,a use from my stepmother,and the thought of my dad and mom not being here,or sometimes I came in here to enjoy myself.
I sat down on my bean bag chair and grabbed my microphone and poetry journal.I dropped my notebook and began to sing:
Why doesn't mother understand why did she have to marry a gentleman I get hit a slapped and treated like crap if I had powers I would go zapppppp
I laughed at myself and the tears disappeared without me wiping them.The song was funny and a waste of time I should've been working on my album.A lightbulb flickered in my mind and then it finally turned on I would right songs using metaphors and sing about the pains in my life since every time I did the tears went away.I grabbed my diary that I had since 6th grade and jotted my thoughts down in it.I grew tired and feel asleep in my attic bed.(it was loft-like bed).
                    Sorry for a short chapter nothing could really
Happen until school start but the next chapter will be good I hope you enjoy😉