Chapter 1
It all started when I had to move to San Antonio from Seattle. My parents divorced when i was 6. My mom "Wanted to escape the living hell she had lived in for the past 8 years." My dad yelled at her every night but loved me with all his heart. He would come in at night to tuck me in and say "I love you" every single night. When he thought I had fallen asleep, he would start arguing ,with my mom, for no reason. I listened to them yell, trying not to cry. The end of the line came when he started physically hurting her. That's when my mom filed for a divorce.
So now im stuck here on the plane trying to concentrate on the music. Music is my escape. There's a baby crying behind us, and a guy snoring on my left, but somehow I still feel at peace. That's what music does for me. Lets me escape to a place that never has and never will exists. A perfect place. Where there are no divorces, no screaming, and no single pregnant mothers.
When we get to San Antonio at 3am in the morning, only one thing crosses my mind. I have no friends. Leaving Seattle was one of the worst things in my life. I had to leave behind the only people I truly cared about. I met Anastasia Lee in 3rd grade. At the time I had no close friends and my parent's recent divorce wasn't helping me feel cheerful. During recess, I would be drawing or have my head in a book. When she asked if I wanted to swing with her, I thought she was talking to someone else. I look behind me, and nobody's there. I had never really been asked to do anything with anyone before so I said yes. We were swinging for a while until i realized I didn't recognize her. "Are you new here?"I asked. "Yeah, this is actually my first day," she answered.That's pretty much how we became friends, like everybody else in 3rd grade.
My other friend is Emmerson Taylor. We became friends in 5th grade. He pretty much bullied me for the weeks in 5th grade. He and his "jock" buddies would tease me for being taller than most the boys. "How's the weather up their giraffe neck?" was their favorite phrase. Every time I looked over at Emmerson, though, I could see the guilty look in his eyes and I knew he didn't mean it, but it still hurt. After about a week of their teasing, he finally stood up for me. "Guys would you just leave her alone? It's not funny anymore." he finally said. "Thanks." I mumbled as I walked back to class. "Hey. So since I'm pretty much done with these guys, do you wanna like hang out sometime? You know, as friends?" Shocked, again, I stood their with a blank expression. When I finally found some words, I said, "Um, sure." I couldn't believe a guy just asked me to hang out with him, even if it wasn't a date.
My favorite pop singer is Reed Deming. Which is rare because I don't normally like pop music. My favorite song at the moment is Crash Test Dummy. Although, my favorite song is constantly changing. The only thing I'm looking forward to in San Antonio is that Reed lives there. I hope I can meet him or at least go to one of his concerts. I love his blue eyes and brown hair. He is the cutest life form on this earth.(Even though, Andy Biersack and Kellin Quinn still exist.)
My mom started hanging around the bar on Saturdays, when she's not at her office, and sleeping with random guys about a year after the divorce. That's how she got pregnant and part of the reason why we moved to San Antonio.She wants to start over. The good thing about my mom is she would never even think about having an abortion. Even if she has no idea who the father is. She cares too much.
For now, we are staying at a hotel until we find a good house or apartment in a safe neighborhood. Hotel wifi is stupid. I am trying to listen to music on spotify and ads keep popping up. Damn you hotel wifi! I hope we get a house, not an apartment. I wouldn't like waking up at 2am because my drunk neighbor is having a party. That actually did happen once when we used to live in an apartment. Also, I would get complaints from neighbors that my electric guitar amp is turned up to loud or as Mr. Grayson, an 81 year old resident from our old apartment, put it: "Your mini speaker for your big banjo is turned up so loud my hearing aid is ringing!"
