The Breakthrough (HIATUS)

The Breakthrough-Ch1

  Another typical day in Santa Monica, California...Well, for me anyways...My name is Elizabeth Martin, but i like to be called Lizzie. All I want to do in life is make music, share it with the world, and be the inspiration that no one has ever had. I also want to go to music school in los angeles. You'd think your family would respect that and support you, but they dont in my case...Which is why they put me in foster care for six months when i was 8...go figure...Well, enough about that...the real fun begins now...yay?

  "ELIZABETH MARTIN! HURRY UP AND GET READY OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY BACK AT SCHOOL!", my mom yelled from downstairs. I wake up, furious that she was yelling at god damn 6:30am, and due to the fact that she called me by my full name -_-. "Whatever", I thought in my head as i stumbled to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Thank goodness its my senior year of high school. I never wanna see, hear, or even have to think about any of this shit again after graduation. I dressed how i normally dressed: skinny jeans, band shirt, beanie, band bracelets, studded belt, and toms. I did my make up the same way i always did it: black eyeliner on the bottom, and a crazy neon eyeliner on the top...thats pretty much ALL i wear...i hate every other kind of make up...unlike my sister, Demi, who drowns herself in it. Shes so much more beautiful without it. But then again, i hated my sister. Speaking of her, she kicked my door open. "HELLO? Can you hear!? You're gonne be-", she stopped mid sentence. "WHY do you always dress like that?" She sighed. "1, do you fucking knock? I couldve been naked. And 2, ill dress how i want to, thank you very much. Ill be down in a minute now fuck off, please?" I say in a hateful tone. "Ouch...Im SO hurt" She said rolling her eyes. I flicked her off as she slammed my door shut. I cannot WAIT to get the fuck out of here and into music school in LA.

  I came downstairs 5 minutes later and grabbed a banana and a bottle of orange juice from the fridge. "You know, you could at least eat with us for once in your life, its not going to kill you young lady.", My father said in a cold tone. "And YOU all could stop fucking treating me like im invisible for once in your life. Its NOT gonna kill you!", I said mocking his voice. "Young lady! DONT talk to your father that way! Show some respect for your family! And WATCH your mouth! This is a Christian residence...", My mother said firmly. "Why cant you be more like your sister, for heavens sake? And please, take out those ridiculous piercings. Its bad enough we agreed to let you dress...well like THAT..", My father pointed out. I forgot to mention, i went behind my parents back and got my nose, monroe, eyebrow, and ears done. Demi was enjoying every minute of this and just smiled evily. I gave her the cold stare and replied to my parents. "Im gonna be late for school. I dont need this shit from any of you people. I cant wait to get the hell out of here and never look back." I say hatefully. "Us 'people'? We're your family that has put a roof over your head for how long now, missy? You will talk to us with respect or youll be out on the streets faster than you can say mayonaise!" My mother snapped. "Ohhhh", Demi said snickering. "And speaking of leaving, your mother and i called Harvard yesterday. A representative will be in touch with you shortly. So youll be out of here before you know it." My father said. "Well good luck trying to get me to harvard, because im NOT going! Id rather live on the streets or DIE before i live up to ANY of you guys' expectations so stay out of my school life, just stay out of my life in general. And as for putting a roof over my head, haha ok..BULLSHIT. Maybe you shouldve let me stay at foster care. You guys make them look like saints..." I snarled as i walked out the door. "Maybe we shouldve with your attitude and ways...", My mother said, with my father shaking his head in disappointent.

  Like i said, typical day in the life of Lizzie. School is my only getaway from my hell home. Along with my dearest friend, Ari O'Neal, and her loving family. They understand me and support me 100%. If i could live with them, i would. Anything is better than putting up with my awful parents, and satanic sister. Ari lives one block down from me, thank goodness. As i was walking to Ari's house to get a ride to school, Robby comes out of nowhere, picks me up, and bear hugs me. "ROBBY! PUT ME DOWN! And i thought you were taking fall classes mister!?" I said as he finally put me down and swung me around. "Haha I am, but only 2. So i have more time to spend with the family and my friends!" He said, kissing my forehead. "You wont believe WTF went down this morning...", I said. "Another fight with your parents?" Robby said shaking his head. "Yup. But get this! THIS time, they bought up law school and talking about how i should 'respect them and do what they have planned for me'", I say rolling my eyes. "Damn...Hang in there little lady. Graduation will come quicker than you think.", Robby said, assuring me. "Yeah I guess...Where's my partner in crime?", I asked. "Here she comes. Well I gotta go! Hang in there!" Robby said running back inside. "Robby causing you trouble again?" Ari said hugging me before we got in the car. "Haha no, just welcoming me as usual...Im so sorry you have to put up with me and give me rides...id never dream of asking my parents for a car...and Demi would kill me if i touched hers...", I say sighing. "Its all good girl! What are best friends for? Youre paying for some of the gas! Haha! Robby DID mention you fighting with them. AGAIN.", Ari said, concerned. "Yeah...what else is new? Theyre determined to turn me into something im not and im sick of it!", I say annoyed. "Dont worry girl. Graduation is right around the corner even though its the first day. If you need a place to crash, youre always welcome at our place! Plus my parents are dying to have you. They wish you were theirs, HAHA!!" I smiled big as we were pulling into the student parking lot of Santa Monica High.