Sing While You Can

Stand Up for YOU

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All I heard was people spluttering and coughing all around me. People ran up to the pool side to pull people out of the water - luckily I could swim so I floated staring at the anger that other people's and my mother's showed.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh. Hi Mr Lark."

I clambered out in pure embarrassment and stared at Mr Lark who looked like a cartoon character (bright red face, brows furrowed and mouth in a thin tight line).

Mr Lark was my father's boss and was here on some business about a promotion. My mother had forewarned me to stay out of his way as wherever I was trouble usually was only a few steps behind. I was actually starting to realise that it was true.

"Oh my! Susan! Andrew!" My mother ran over to us with an expression that held countless emotions - anger, shock, anger, worriedness and anger.

"Here Mrs Lark let me help you clean up," Charlotte had appeared out of thin air and putting up her pretentious act of 'I'm the better daughter'. I let my eyes drift to the ground - holding in the fact that I wanted to shout at her and slap the smirk of her face. I am a kind of violent-thinker......................

I gathered my anger up in time to see my mothers glare and Charlotte leading Mrs Lark up the stairwell as she wringed out her Ralph Lauren dress that was probably worth thousands of pounds. All down the drain. Well, all down into the pool that it.

"Evangeline Pettiford! How on earth could you be so wreckless? The one thing that I ask you you ignore! If it was another guest I would be okay with it but with my own flesh and blood? Of course not! You should have known not to step on it for that long! Honestly..." My mother rambled on and on until I could take no more.

"Listen, I didn't mean to ruin the party or Dad's promotion or you perfect reputation but I never meant it! You have to understand that I'm not Charlotte or Edward or even Clarice! I'm the one that doesn't go with the rest of the pack and you have to respect that difference. I have never had good grades or been popular and in school I was a bit of a trouble maker, joker and prankster but that's just me

I'm not going to go to be th next Miss America, or be the next Hollywood actor or even have a brain for someone 2 years older than me. I'm not the prettiest picture in the book, the slimmest person ever or even the most fashionable but I don't care! I follow my own path, dress how I want and sorry if I don't cake my face to look 'perfect'," I laughed, "More like 'Dorito' but I couldn't care less! I'm not constantly in a relationship but that doesn't matter! I am probably never going to make many friends but stuff the ones who don't want to be mine! I am sick of being judged by you and I am my own person - not a piece of clay that can be melded into the 'perfect' shape or even close. I love singing, music, piano, guitar, art and song-writing! This is what I like. I like to express my feelings like this!

So I'm sorry if I didn't get the look, sorry if I didn't perfect the script or even come close in your opinion. But to me, I did. I've lived my life how I wanted to so far and I'm not going to stop, nothing can stop me! So if you care for me even the smallest scrap, don't stop me now"

Regardless of the fact that it was a very serious moment I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the last words of my speech 'don't stop me now'. In my head I began to sing it this also distracted me from the vexed look on my mother's face.

I'm burning through the sky yeah

200 degrees

That's why they call me Mr Fahrenheit

I'm trav'lling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic man out of you,

"Evangeline!" My mother dragged me out of what was remaining of a 'party' marched me up to my room.