Bobbi's pov.
" Cause it's too cold
For you here and now
So let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater".
I sung so loud that I probably broke all the windows in the neighborhood.
"And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds
So move to a place so far away
The goose bumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your fa-
"Bobbi dinner is ready." My mother interrupted me walking into my room.
"Alright I'll be down in a sec." I said writing the last answer for Alex's friend homework.
"Good. And sometimes I wish you wouldn't listen to music while you're doing homework, it's a big distraction."
What the? Music is not my distraction it's like a pain reliever for me, it helps me escape the world somehow. And really the only distraction right now is you!
"Okay." I muttered turning down the music.
As she leaves my room I turn it a little bit up.
After I finally completed this guy's homework I went downstairs to see my lovely family sitting in the dining room waiting patiently for me.
As I'm about to sit down I immediately run over to my little brother and gave him a hug.
Yep that's right I have another brother. His name is Jake, he's eleven years old, and probably the only one that doesn't give me issues here. It's really funny how he can kind of understand me and my parents can't half of the time.
"Hey Jake how was piano lessons?"
And Jake loved music. That's what he and I have in common, he really likes the music I listen to and loves rock and roll.
"It was good."
I sit down next to him and looked at the portion of my plate. It seems everyday it will get smaller and smaller.
"So how was school you two?" My dad asked Derek and I.
"My day was pretty sweet, I made it on the football team like always." Derek stated.
Show off.
"Good job sweetie. What about you?" My mom asked me.
"My day was alright." I muttered looking down at my plate picking at the salad.
Ugh I hate salad.
"Bobbi speak up. I can barely hear you." Mom demanded.
"My day was alright." I said a little bit louder.
"Good. Did you make any friends?"
I hate when she asks me that question. Because she always knew I would say no.
"Yeah."
"What's her name?" My dad questioned.
YOU ARE READING
The Troubled Ones
Teen Fiction"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A girl that doesn't eat, a boy that cuts.
