Broken Heart Records.

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I walked down the crowded halls, not wanting to look up. I knew id be yelled at. Insulted. Called the liar and cheater, when thats what Chris deserved. "Why if it isn't the dumbass." her voice rang out like a bell, everyone turned to her like she was a queen. When in reality she was a demon. She didn't deserve any of this popularity, she didn't deserve for everyone to bow down to her. She didn't deserve Chris. "Chin up loser, I want to see your pathetic face." God I just wanted to punch her sometime. Wanted to give those eyeshadow covered eyes, a reason she didn't need to do her smokey eye anymore, but I was a pathetic loser, so I looked up to Amber Dalton. Her piercing green eyes looking into mine. Once my head was fully up, Id be smacked across the face so hard I collapsed, a giant red handprint stuck on my cheek. All I could hear was laughter, and they weren't laughing with me, they were laughing at me. I just wanted to die, I wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there, not coming out. There was one thing I turned to on these days. I just needed to get home...

I had basically sprinted from the bus to my house. It wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't a cabin. I quickly walked in, screaming to my mother I was home. Sliding into my bedroom, I'd pull a journal out from under my pillow. I opened it to see all my words, all my lyrics, all my notes. Id reach for my pencil on my dresser, knocking over my antidepressants. Eh who cares, just stupid pills I wait to overdose on. I started writing down lyrics, things about heartbreak, things about death, things about rainbows for fucks sake!! This was my happy place, I couldn't wait to get home and just be able to write for hours under my fuzzy Vera Bradly blanket. Once I put my earbuds in, I was in my own little world. Nobody able to bother me.

I was raised in a household where I only had my mother. I was thought of as a Mistake when I reached age 5. Finding out my Mother forgot to tell her boyfriend to use a goddamn condom.  She was stupid, but I loved her with all my heart, and I would never give up on her. She leaves every night at 7, to attend night school too get her medical degree. Getting home to get an hours sleep before waking to go work at the diner down the street. When I get home, she is finishing up some fancy dinner her mother always made her when she was in my state of mind. My mother never gave up on me, thats why I'm here, and I will never give up on her.  My mother is the one and only woman I have every looked up to, ever since I was born, till now, a Junior in high school.

My mother called out her goodbyes, after our quick dinner together. The rest of the night I was only going to be writing, I don't know why she worried. I wasn't going to kill myself right on the spot. Once my hand began hurting form writing for at least 3 hours straight now, I decided to scroll through my phone, Instagram preferably. Thats when I heard a podcast, Hallie Andrews was doing it, the gossip girl. She was talking about how she thinks people secretly have talents, and how they should express them. Thats when it hit me, I had to think for a moment before a bright smiled formed on my face. Quickly creating a new email, Broken Heart Records was born, with Taylor Swift's 'I knew you were trouble' cover posted. I regretted it instantly. Little did I  know what would happen when I checked my phone In the morning.