The Strings of my Life

Chapter 1

Wednesday 11/12/14

UGGGHHHH!! SHUT UP YOU STUPID FIRE TRUCKS! I AM TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP! I seriously hate living in a dumpy tenement in New York where there is commotion 24/7.

Well, since I'm awake, I am going to play my violin. As I get my music, I hear my door slam wide open. I see my mother like a wreck and not sober what so ever....again. When I approached her she smelled like VERY strong tequila.

Then she yells, "Who are you and what do you want?!"

Then I reply calmly, "It's your daughter Chrys. Remember? I live with you and I take care of you after you get your shots?"

All of a sudden she remembered and fell straight to the floor sleeping. As usual I pick her up to our confined restroom and get to work.

I start off taking her a bath and I don't mind. Then I brush her matted, frizzy auburn hair. She must have been dancing like a maniac again. And I brush and floss her putrid mouth. Lastly I change her into comfy pajamas and I tuck her in.

Since she's sleeping I can't play my violin. I always find a chance to play my instrument. It's my escape from everyday life. Why you may ask?

To start off I live in an unkept tenement with a mom who never cleans! I'm the one who always has to go to the supermarket and get cleaning supplies. Even though I love mom to the moon and back, that's one of my greatest pet peeves about her.

Secondly, I have no friends at all! Everyone just runs away from me like I'll give them the cooties. Like yesterday for example. We were doing a group assignment and I was partnered up with this guy named Hector. And I was trying to talk but it was so nerve racking. (I get nervous pretty much around everyone except for my mom.) And right when we have to work on our own he asked Mrs. Martin, all scared, if we can go back to our seats when were done. Mrs. Martin said yes and he ran to his desk. It was like if it was home base. You're safe!

Lastly , people make fun of me every chance they have. Especially during 5th period: Social Studies. It's the worst part of the day for me. All of the popular girls, specifically Tori Hillside. They will ask me things about what I wear, my frizzy and unattractive hair, and other mean things I don't want to talk about. Then her not-so-smart side kick always adds a stupid comment like, "Yeah!" and "What she said!" I absolutely hate it!

I wish I didn't have to be bullied. But sometimes when I don't talk (giving out the correct answers) my math teacher, Mrs. Ayers, asks me if I'm okay. I will always reply "I'm fine" but I think she knows something's wrong. Two days ago, at the end of 2nd Period she asked me to stay for a bit. I inquired, "What's wrong Mrs. Ayers? Did I get a bad score on my quiz or something?" She hesitated but then replied, "Do you know you smell a little bit like......beer? What's wrong? You can tell me anything." I knew that my mom's cover would have been blown because she can loose her job, our room, or even worse me. I didn't know what to do, but I did the worst thing possible. I spilled my guts about everything.

She said, "Oh. Well, I am going to send you to PE and change your shirt. I have noticed you have been bullied by Tori and the other girls. I have told them more than once to stop picking on others. I said, 'Next time you pick on anyone! You are going to the principles office.' Don't worry I'll tell Mr. Williams that I pulled you back to finish a test. Okay? Now run girl!"

I thanked her and changed my shirt.

I need to go to sleep. Another day of torture, yeah. :(