Rage is seeping inside of me, growing by the minute.
Every person is against of me.
Why?
Every yell I hear, every curse that is thrown at me, rage starts to fill inside. The feeling of murder never felt so good. My list of targets in the back of my head.
"Hhh,"I sighed. "Why is my life like this."
I quickly shrugged these thoughts out of my head.
I just lay there in bed, looking up at my ceiling. With my mind empty of every problem I have.
"Hhh."
Sitting there for 15 minutes, I decided to get up and get a breath of air.
My mom is a brunette chick and is a single mother.
I slowly and quietly descended the stairs.
"Hey mom, how was your day?"
"Oh, hi sweetie. It was good. Just another hard day," she replied exhaustingly.
"Oh. Hard night for tips huh."
"Yea," she said back with a smile on her face.
"Go, take a shower. I'll watch Isabelle for you."
"Thanks darling,"she said as she hugged me.
Isabelle is my little sister. She is five and she is deaf.
--------------------------------------------It was the next morning.
"Come on Jade, you're going to be late for school,"my mom yelled.
"Okay mom."
It was that time again. Time to go to school. Such joy.
I got up from bed, washed, and dressed up.
Before leaving my room, I closely looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Pale faced, golden brown hair, with green eyes. I am still the same girl that I know. Just stronger.
