Finding myself (emo love story)

The basics

I threw open my bedroom door in a rush.

Mom wasn't home. That meant I got to blare my music as loud as I wanted.

Which was very very loud.

I jumped over to my speaker throwing in a CD and quickly pressed play.

I had thirty minutes, tops, before mom got home and would start whining about how disgusting my music taste was. And to "turn it down! The neighbors are going to think your psycho!"

That was the problem though, everything I enjoyed made me psycho to my mom, and my community.

I screamed along with Andy while doodling in my sketch book, sitting barefoot on my rug. My mind raced with new watercolor ideas.

This was serene, a happy place. Just my music and me.

My mother also hated my art, said it was pointless. Because Appearently, I'm going to be a doctor. Or a pretty housewife, which ever comes first.

Mom has always dictated my life, putting me in gymnastics and pageants at only 4 years old. Cheerleading quickly followed after. I was never aloud to quit. Despite never being as good as the other girls, hardly even bringing home the participation trophies. It was embarrassing.

Still, to this day I remain on the cheer team. Only because she bought my way in. Money was never an issue in my family. With my dad being in politics and all.

I see my dad on the news more than in actual life. He leaves for months at a time. Leaving me with just my mother, who has a tendancy to flirt and get frisky with other men.

Suddenly, I heard the front door slam open.

"Oh shit-"

"ARABELLA ROSE JENKINS"

Well, I'm in for it now.