"OMG let me live my life Devin!" I scream to the boy in my room.
Devin is a boy I met on the first day of school. He never let's me have my opinion. He always has to come in with his "Opinions".
The thing is...I don't need his opinions. I don't even really think their opinions at all. Well at least he calls them that.
"Girl you have to know how to live your life greatly. Not how you expect it to be!" Say Devin.
I shake my head "Not Uh that's a whole lie. The only person in school I hate is Makayla Wilson. She always have a problem with me!!"
*Devin's mom calls him so he leaves.*
"Mommmm!!" I yell eagerly.
She runs upstairs with a pipe cleaner" what's going on hunny?"
I put my hands on my eye lids. " I just don't understand life." I say.
She walks downstairs giving me no advice.
"YOU COULD'VE HELPED ME WITH SOME ADVICE!" I yell.
Well I know I know my mom gives me the best feeling. She helps me through everything. She's the best mother ever. I don't know why I yell all the time. I really need a therapist.
So I run downstairs and go to my dad. "Dad I need a therapist please."
My dad rolls his eyes up as if he was looking at something. I look up to. I don't see nothing but the blue painted ceiling. He tells me I don't really need a therapist but then I look down. He looks at me dramatically like I did something wrong to him. I start to giggle. And he puts his hand in my face jumps over the couch and goes to the kitchen.
My mother screams" we will get you a therapist baby!"
Even though it sounded weird I got up to dance. "Whoop whoop!"
My mother tells me to get in the car. I freeze and fall to the ground. I don't want it to be today. Probably like tomorrow or something. But I have to be honest with them.
Mom dad. I have to say something.
