Music is my getaway, literally. My life couldn’t be any more worse than it actually is. Knowing myself I just jinxed it. In school we have to read A Child Called It, The teachers are always tearing up because of how sad the book is. I tear up for a completely different reason. My story is like David’s in a way, maybe less tragic but still the same. Sometimes parents don’t understand how hard it is to be a teen, my parents are always like “Things aren’t that bad, you’re just exaggerating.” How can a 17 year old girl exaggerate such detail? I don’t even think they care.
Sitting in front of my mirror I looked at myself, Brown curly hair, ocean blue eyes and pale skin. Nothing like the girls at school, they’ve got the best blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin. Frowning at myself I brushed my hair. Today I wanted to attempt to look like one of the girls in school… acceptable. I practiced smiles in the mirror, applied a coat of thick eyeliner, straightened my Medusa like hair and put on some fashionable clothes. Smiling proudly at my reflection I skipped down the stairs one by one. My dad had his head buried in his hands as a beer sat in front of him, groans escaping his lips. He was hung over, or drunk with a hangover. Either way I know I needed to try to steer away from him.
Quietly walking past him I reached for the pastry jar, the lid fell creating a shatter of glass going everywhere. My dad’s head snapped up as he glowered at me. Shrinking back I grabbed the broom and dust pan. “Mia! What is wrong with you?!” He spat, literally. I wiped the spit from my face and didn’t dare to look up. “Sorry, I just wanted to get something to eat before I go to school.” I looked down kicking my converse against the fake tile. He laughed a bitter laugh, almost like a witches laugh. “Eat? You’re funny;” He snatched a pastry from my hand “This food is for the good girls and boys. That,” He pointed to the garbage can, “Is for you.” He took a bite of the pastry and set it down.
Without even looking at the garbage can, I gathered up the broken shards of my courage and walked out of the kitchen. I know I’m going to regret that later but I couldn’t say anything, otherwise he would’ve done something about it right then. I walked out of the house with tears barely flooding my eyes, don’t cry Mia you’re stronger than that. I bit the inside ofmy cheek and dug through my pockets looking for my headphones. Finding the cord I pulled them out, once again they were tangled. Sometimes I wondered how they did that. Unwinding them I plugged them into my phone, I brought up my playlist thinking of a song I needed for my set mood.
Smiling when I found what I was looking for I clicked play and Liam’s voice rang through my ears, “Shut the door, Turn the light off I wanna be with you, I wanna feel your love I wanna lay beside you I cannot hide this, Even though I try” I sang along with his angelic British voice. I have this thing with accents, British and Irish accents make me smile no matter what mood I’m in. When my favorite band, One Direction was discovered I was the happiest I’ve ever been.
As the song progressed from Liam to Harry I walked through the graveyard to get to school. Some people think I’m crazy for doing it because it’s such an old cemetery. I think it’s cool, when I skip school sometimes this is where I go, I read all the tombstones seeing how far they go back. There is still an undiscovered area of wooden tombstones I haven’t seen yet. The sun was shining down on one particular grave stone; I found it odd because the sun should be able to touch everything. Shrugging the feeling off, I walked out of the grave yard and arrived on the school premises.
Cliques, that’s all you could see. Sometimes movies would have such touché cliques, well my school is like the movies... except we don’t break out into song when schools out. I didn’t belong to a clique; I didn’t belong to the school itself. I was nobody here, I’m nobody everywhere. I walked into the big double doors and looked up. The hallway was like an overstuffed traffic jam, with people wanting to merge over into their next class but other people deciding to be jerks and not let them. It’s a surprise anyone could ever even get through the halls. Holding my things to myself tightly I made my way to my locker.
