Daydreaming

Life at home

As I lay in my bed I hear my parents fighting downstairs. They don't fight often but when they do they have a reason. as soon as I hear the name "Erin" I get worried. There's always something about me to fight about. It's either my attitude, my boyfriend or my friends. I hang out with different kinds of people but I like them. Just because they wear black, have piercing and tattoos doesn't mean they are bad people. My parents don't approve of my boyfriend Levi either. Fortunately it's not their decision.

I hear my name called "Erin?" I sigh and then roll my eyes. I decided I didn't want to get in anymore trouble. So I unwillingly get out of bed and walk downstairs. They started to talk to me about how to choose friends. I kind of got lost with both of them yelling at me, so I just stood there and pretend to listen. I crossed my arms and started playing with my hair. While saying "yup" every other five seconds. I don't have the energy to fight back. And when I do fight back I get grounded or my phone taken away. After they were done lecturing me I walked upstairs and put my headphones in and blasted the music. That was my heaven. Loud music was my happy place.