1-Shame On You, Maria...

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Today has been a rough day..
Victoria and her stupid squad slammed me against the lockers and called me "Fucking Mexican".
I'm not Mexican, I don't understand what I did to deserve that...everyday they will make me the worst.
What have I done?
At least I still have music.
My favourite bands have always been there for me since my friends don't see how bad it makes me feel to be treated like this. I always act like it is whatever but it makes me cry to sleep every night. Some of them even walk away from me.

I've just decided to blast my music super loud in my room since my mom wasn't home yet. I putted on shuffle a playlist on Spotify and this song came.
It was America by Motionless In White.
I've never heard of them...

And I'm living one big nightmare, the ugly truth has a model face
Making saints out of useless pop stars
Where's the intelligence?

A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the free, the sick and depraved
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
So why the fuck are you looking at me?

My mother slammed the door, she was furious. What have I done this time?
My mom just took my phone and stopped the song.

《Maria, what are you listening?》

《Mamma, I don't know...it just came on Spotify. It is my first time I..》

《I prohibit you to listen to those Satanists ever again!》

She looked at the album cover and looked mad but at the same time super depressed. I could see emptiness in her eyes, I don't like seeing my mom like this.

《Mamma, va tutto bene?》
(Mom, are you ok?)

《Sí, I don't like that you listen to this song against America... you, you know that America gave me and your nonni so much, we had nothing in Italy. You're just disrespectful, towards your family... Vergognati, Maria...
(Shame on you...//y'all will end up speaking Italian at the end of this fanfic)
As soon as she said that  she just blocked the band of my Spotify and walked away with tears on her cheeks.
I don't understand, she doesn't say anything when I listen to Green Day...

Ugh, adults are so stupid...I am only thirteen but I know more about life, what the hell.

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