M.A.D, Dance & Other Stuff

M.A.D, Dance & Other Stuff

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Hey guys, just a quick message to say this is the first book that I have written on here, it wont be excellent but i will try my best to entertain you guys:)

- The start -

"OHH BEKAH WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR SISTER?" My mother screamed at the top of her voice.

"JUST BECAUSE SHE GET'S STRAIGHT A's DOES'NT MEAN I CAN, YOU KNOW I HATE BEING COMPARED TO HER!" I said.

"WELL IT WOULDNT HURT TO TRY A LITTLE HARDER SOMETIMES?" She argued back.

"YOU DONT GIVE ME HALF THE CREDIT I DESERVE! I TRY MY ABSOLUTE HARDEST! YOU KNOW IM NOT THE BRIGHTEST TOOL IN THE BOX BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN I DONT TRY MY HARDEST MUM. EVER SINCE DAD LEFT IT HAS BEEN HARD FOR BOTH OF US, NOT JUST YOU, ME TOO!" My mothers eyes started to water. "BUT DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON ME. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT THAT IM FINDING IT HARD TOO?!" I started to well up too, I hated seeing my mother cry. "WE ALL MISS HIM!" I shouted.

A small tear ran down my mothers face at the mention of my father, "Im sorry Bekah. We all miss your dad, but nothing can change nor excuse anything he did. We all miss him."My mothers voice lowered, "I know you try your hardest & im sorry for comp-" I cut her off

"What comparing me to my sister all the time? You know I hate it, she's always been the smarter, prettier sister. You know i try my hardest yet I don't get any credit. It sometimes feels like i have to get straight A's for you to notice me sometimes." I was on the verge of crying, but I wasn't going to cry infront of her. "I agree, my report card isnt the best, but its not the worst either. April came home with an A on her science test the other day, you cheered at her, hugged her and congradulated her, I told you I got a C, I tried my absolute hardest and all I got was a 'well done', no favourites there is there mum? I know im not the girly girl daughter you wanted and April is but it would be nice if you showed some love sometimes? It hurts you know? Thinking that your older sister is always going to be the favourited child." The tears in my eyes were about to roll.

"Bekah, I promise you it was never like that" my mum whispered.

"Doesn't seem like that sometimes." I half mumbeled half spoke.

"Bekah I am so sorry, I had no idea you ever felt like that?" You could see the sorrow in my mothers eyes. She approached me with open arms, trying to get a hug.

I took a step back, "I tried to tell you over and over again, but you've had to dimiss me because you have better things to do with April." A small salted tear ran down my pale cheek.

"..... Bekah?" My mum began to cry.

"Im going out." I made my way down the long hall, wiping the tear that fell down my cheek away.

"Bekah im sorry." My mum said behind me.

I grabbed my coat, "Its okay mum, i just need time to think." I blew her a gentle kiss, turned back around and opened the tall oak door before she could say anything else.

When i walked out I noticed that it was snowing, which was a bit paculiar since it was the middle of March.

I ran down the drive, with tears flooding from my eyes.

I needed to release all the emotions that had been bottled up these last few months.

I ran to a small pub / club. My friend Harry owned this place and said that I could go in and out at my hearts content using the stage.

I briskily walked through the doors of the red stone building. I did not want anybody to see me like this, I looked a disaster when I cried.
For some strange reason I could not stop crying, maybe it was because I hardly ever cry and everything that has been occuring these last few months just wanted to make a great eacape too.