Our Unbreakable Bond

Infinity

When I got home I went into the kitchen and grabbed a snack before heading up stairs. The front door unlocked on my way up most likely my dad coming home from work. He was a chef at Nandos.

"Hey Dad, how was work."

"Hard." Is all he said before walking to get a beer. I know he loved his job because if he didn't he wouldn't work there he doesn't need to. I ended the conversation there and headed up, I sat down in front of the camera, I started a live stream and tweeted about it. Soon I had five thousand people watching comment after comment came in and the same question kept popping up. "Where were you yesterday." I gave a brief explanation to where I was and then I told my Adele story.

After what felt like a million years of talking, someone asked me to sing and then there were repiles of agreement following so I did.

"Okay guys I will sing, give me a second to pick a song." I scrolled through my songs on my computer when an interesting folder came up I didn't remember this from before it was mark "dad'' weird. I picked a song and pressed play which started the music.

Down to earth

Keep on falling when I know it hurts

Going faster then a million miles an hour

Trying to caught me breath someway some how

Down to earth

Its like I'm frozen but the world still turns

Stuck in motion but the wheels keep spinning round

Moving in reverse with no way out.

The song ended and I heard my dad clapping from down stairs. Well of course he's clapping he was the original singer of that very song.He was pretty famous actually that's why we can afford to live the way we do with my mom teaching and him working for minimum wage. His last tour ended a few months before I was born. He met my mother in a small town in Montana while on tour they ran into eachother at a store literally ran, he was a runner and he was hiding from the paparazzi, I never lived in Montana in fact I don't even think I ever learned the name. When he asked her to marry him they moved to California that's when I was born, no more songs no more tours no more fame.

I'm sure that once long ago my dad was adored, ive seen pictures he was pretty hot I might add. But I I will always belive that it was my fault that his dreams died. His hair was no longer blond, his Irish accent had faded and I barly knew that side of the family. They hate my mom she was a none religious USA loven, runner. No talent what so ever besides her long legs.

I waved goodbye to the camera and collapse on the bed behind me. I was so done with everything I decided to stay home the next day, it was nice not having any kind of responcebilitys like not getting up or looking nice. I stayed in bed all day until four when I had to get out of bed nad go to school so I could do play work.

You see I have given up choir but as the schools stupidly require I still must be I'm clases so I took up drama I kind of got a story passion for it not as strong as singing but pretty close. I was appointed director and script writer.

We were doing a play I had written called broken its a love story of course about a girl whoes mom died when she was little and her dad blamed her for the death and beat her. When her dad came and took her out of the house and threatened to call the cops if he ever came looking for her. The girl had an older sister who graduated high school and got out of there as fast as possible but never knew about her sister until she was taken from the home.

I think the sadest part about the story is its the story of my mother and my father, It was really amazing the things that hid inside other things. But all true writters need to know the truth about there qwritting nad I didn't get my story from some website I got mine, or news article like all those movies marked true story, I live with the victum.

We had two weeks until opening night, it wasn't my first play and I hope I wasn't to be my last who known I could write for infinity.