A Hollywood Deception

|01|Break Free

Song: Break Free

Artist: Ariana Grande

I roll over in my bed and press my face into the pillow. The sunlight streaming through my window thwarts any effort that I have to fall back asleep.

Groaning, I push myself up and out of my comfortable bed. I pad down the wooden steps causing them to creak with each of my footsteps. I make my way to the kitchen and grab a bowl, pouring myself some cereal. Digging a spoon out of the drawer, I place it into my bowl and walk towards the living room.

I plop down cross-legged on the couch and switch the T.V on. Immediately, the screen comes to life, displaying one of those Hollywood gossip shows that my mom loves to watch. The perky host of the show speaks about some recent event in the celebrity world. I catch a few words before I switch the channel to watch some cartoons.

" Is Luke Collins fed up with the fame? In his recent tweet he-"

Unlike my mom, I'm not really into all of the Hollywood life type stuff. I prefer to just listen to their music or watch their movies rather then delve into every detail of their personal life.

As I stuff another spoonful of cereal into my mouth, voices drift from upstairs.

" What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You should be asking yourself that question!"

I tune out my parents bickering and shift my gaze to the clock. It reads 9:00.

Hm, it's a little bit early for them to be already fighting

I ignore them as much as I can as I continue to watch the cartoons on the screen. Their voices creating a constant noise at the back of my head.

I am successfully able to block them out completely until my dad walks down the steps, completely ignoring the figure of my mom stomping after him.

I watch as she points an accusing finger at him and yells, her face turning crimson. My dad sighs in annoyance, his back still turned and walk away from her. Shortly after, my mom grips his arm and continues to yell at him for god knows what.

Fed up, I slam my bowl down on the table in front of me angrily, the milk sloshing over the sides. I get up and stomp towards my parents.

"Would you just give it a break already!" I yell at them, causing two heads to turn in my direction.

My mom looks startled and a little but embarrassed, while my dad just looks plain old bored.

"Seriously! All you two ever do is fight!"

My mom lowers her hand from it's position in my dad's face to her side, "look honey, it's just all the stress of work and everything. We're really sorry, and we will try to be better parents. Won't we?" She glances over at my dad as she sad the last part and not-so-subtlety nudges him in the side, hard, with her elbow.

" No, not really" he grumbles.

"Chad!"

And, there we go.

We're right back to where we started. My mom continues to chastise my dad while he stands there and glances down at his watch. They completely and utterly forget about my presence as I stand right next to them.

"I am so done with this!" I shout before grabbing my car keys and getting out of a house completely full of awful emotions and words running rampant throughout the household.

I climb into my old beat upToyota, that I think used to be red at one point but instead kind of resembles dirt smeared across the metal now. Slamming the door shut after me, I place the keys into the slot and turn it, igniting the engine. I steer my rusty junk metal out of my neighborhood with one hand on the steering wheel, as I dig through my purse for my cell phone.