Finding my way Home

•Chapter one•

The glass falls in slow motion. Clank. Splash. Water was everywhere, rolling down the edges of a table, like the Arctic Ocean, chunks of ice slide through the water.
"Why do you have to ruin everything we do?" Says Kate her eyes might have rolled back into her head if she rolled them any farther.
"What are you taking about? You spilled water on me" I yelled trying to hold back the tears of anger ready to spill out of my watery blue eyes.
"Mom why is she lying! She's trying to blame this on me!" Cries Kate. Fake tears roll down her smug pale face. It takes everything in me not to cringe. I take a deep breath and try my best to calmly say,
"I need to use the bathroom." I said taking small shallow breaths, I feel like I may pass out. My step mom just nods ever so slightly, her head barely moved at all.
"David what's up with her?" My step mom asks my dad in a hushed whisper. I rush off to the bathroom while tears run down my face. I rip my hair tie off my wrist and throw my chocolate wavy hair into a messy bun. I throw the door closed and lock it. Leaning up against the door I catch my breath. I can't believe this, it's Christmas Eve and I'm in the bathroom of a Chinese restaurant. I don't want to go out and face the Devil and her daughter. My breaths sound more human after a few minutes. I slowly stand up off the wall, and I tighten my messy bun that has hairs sticking out everywhere. The music in the bathroom is calming, like a soothing wave washing over me. I roll up my sleeves of my warm cream knit sweater. My feet dance across the bathroom floor to the music. In my head I slowly count- 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,
"Eight counts, how we count in dance." I hear Ms. Delilah's voice, my dance teacher in fifth grade. What a year, it was the year before my mom died, two years before my dad remarried. Back when life was good and simple. I can't help but let the tears run down my face, the dam that held back the river for all these years had finally broke. Here I was, in the bathroom stall of a Chinese restaurant, dancing, was I going insane? "Even the most sane people need to go a little crazy sometimes." My moms voice rings in my head.