My Safe Place

1st Chapter

Cold. Cold and tired. My infuriating alarm buzzed into my ears as I force my eyes open. This cramped dorm is stuffy, but I definatley should not be complaining, under the circumstances.

I debate whether I should fake sick but finally decide against it. I need every minute of class so I can get out of this place and I can make a living.

I started Yale this last fall, making my dream come true. I deserve it. My life has been a mess.

I stand out here. I notice that every one is so so prissy and prudish. Everyone here probably had their rich parents buy their way in. And their rich parents buy them their new cars. I had to work so hard to get my soccer scholarship AND on top of that I've been saving my money since I could remember. That's what makes me mad.

My parents have been living devastated because they couldnt afford my tuition. My mom and dad want me to be successful even through our rough past and my broken relationship with my dad. But I know he's changed. Wait, do I?

Nevermind. I hate thinking about it.

To have a child go to college and have a job to support them was my parents nearly impossible vision. That's what they told me anyway. They always had a way of playing with my head and drowning me in countless lies they thought they would get away with. I'm glad they're no longer part of my life.

Growing up on the streets wasnt ever easy.

When I was in the 9th grade we were what seemed like finally stable in my aunts basement.

We were always moving around, trying to find places to stay. Moving from school to school was a challenge as well. Being bullied was my ultimate challenge to get through. Being picked on because I didn't have nice clothes or have nice things. I had literally zero friends and I spent my free time playing soccer with my older sister Grace. My soccer ball was all I had to my name.

But music was my true passion. Singing got me through so much and I used to write songs about what I was going through. When I was stressed I would hideaway at the soccer feild, under the benches with my old, cheap radio and drown out the world.

Grace, my sister and I had to get jobs when were 10 years old. That's why I decide not to fake sick because I know I should be grateful for every single thing I have and not be selfish. So many hardworking people wish for this. I'm living the dream.