The story of the girl

Realizing the truth

So much was going through my head. Like fuck I was staying in England with my mum. She is a bitch and I could not stand to live with her ALONE especially if I were to continue at my crapy school. All that shit would deffinetly drive me insane
"Where would you move to?"
"Japan"
"When are we going?"
The room was weirdly silent.
"Are we going?"I put emphasis on the word "we" while pointing my finger at my mother and I. It felt like I was waiting for years. Every second that went by made me lose more hope about leaving the hell I felt trapped in and my breif dream of happiness was slowly being crushed into millions of tiny little pieces to then be stomped on a thousand times. The air became laced thick with tension. I felt it slowly build and build untill I felt suffocated by silence and suspense. My throat became dry and I could feel the colour slowly draining from my face. I realised the reality of the situation, I was silly to think I had even a chance to start over.
"I think that's a discussion for another time." My dad finally said. In his language that's a big fat no. I yet again had gotten my hopes up over something I shouldn't have.

Dinner that night was what I'd call interesting. For the majority of the time the three of us sat in unbearable silence until someone would try to create small talk.
"How was your day?" My mum would say three times, pretending she had forgotten she had asked that exact question 5 minutes before hand.
"Ok" was the answer I gave every time. The only thing I could think about was how stupid I was, how stupid life is and how sucky this stupid pitty dinner is.
"How was school today?" Dad asked
"Don't mention it" I replied muttering under my breath. Mum emerged from the kitchen with plates in both hands. She layed them confront of Dad and I. I picked up the plate without looking at the contents, got up from my chair and silently walked away. But as usual a phrase I know to well stoped me in my tracks.
"Where are you going?"
I didn't have to turn round to know my mum was giving me the famouse death stare. This look was know as the) Madusa( stare . My dad and I often joked about it but also feared it. I signed then turned on the back of my heals.
"To my room" I knew the response I would get "Don't be cheeky this is family time we all eat together you know no food allowed in your room."
"Please" I begged before she could open her mouth to give the lecture i knew all to well "I just don't care. I don't. So why should I stand here and listen to you rant if nothing's going to change? I know im going to take this" i indicated to the plate "to my room and i know you're going to complain but no matter what I'm going to do it anyway so don't be petty and deal with it."
I saw a glimpse of disgust on mum's face as I ran up the stairs.

I put my plate of what I had noticed to be chocolate cake on my vanatie and jumped on to my bed. I wasn't in the mood for cake, I wasn't in the mood for anything really. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket with great difficulty to see no new notifications. This was usual. I clicked on YouTube and decided to watch bleach hait fails before finally going to sleep.