Madison and The Harmonics [ON HOLD]

 Living in a house with just my mother, father, and I for 17 years I have leared the art of being alone.

My mother is a very reserved person, she has a passion for only 2 things. The first being animals, especially turtles, and Gracie,our dog.

The second being children. When my mum was 16 she got one of her first jobs in childcare, she worked for her friend tammy who ran a preschool in her home.

Mum worked for tammy for 24 years. Through that time the preschool got new bulidings, offices, and a great name for itself. Mum moved on to a new school and has been working there for 4 years now. If my memory serves me correctly, my childhood was filled with simles and laughter.

A great happy time. Then as time passed and I got older, grew taller, started talking back. My mother grew colder, like a great wind storming by  freezing her emotions from me.

My father is a tall, teddy bear type of man. The eldest of three brothers, he grew up with no limitations. With a mother who spoiled her children greatly.

So as he is, my father is a very messy, lazy, happy type of dad. Who passed his genes strongly unto his daughter.

We share in common the ability to live in a messed up dirty dishes filled house, and not give a care.

My mother being the total opposite, has always been the nagging, cold shouldered type. Telling one of us to take out the trash before we go to sleep, us forgetting, her being completley pissed off for a day, then forgiving us only for the cycle to happen a day later. 

Annoyed with the nagging whenever it appered, I would shut myself off and hide in my room.

Losing myself in worlds unknown to most in books and music. When my parents were talking, or had the telly on loud i would play my music loudly.

Sometimies turning my ipod to mosart, sometimes jack johnson and jason mraz. I taught myself piano, and then in 7th grade started piano lessons every monday.

So that I would have another exuse. Reading, piano, girl scouts, choir, homework, years filled with exuces. Just to escape to the dreamland of literature.

Spending days in my room reading with all my windows open and offenbach playing softly.

I have found that when i am surrouned by people all i want to do is escape. To find my happy place, the reading world.

But when alone, i am yearning for the sound of someones voice, or that rhythmic breathing of my parents sleeping down the hall.

I don't particularly like my parents, but they raised me, gave me life. I do love them, but as people, like, not so much. 

Living alone now, I find myself constantly finding extra classes to take, movies to go see, anything to get out of my lonley house for just a little bit. And I wonder, is it always going to be this way?

 

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Thanks for reading! This was just a random idea I had. Sorry for the shortness, its will get better soon, promices! Sooooo, please comment, vote, maybe fan?!   

Lots of LOVE  <3    Madi