1 Scientist, 5 Cameras

Rebecca Moore

I woke up to the sound of screaming and arguing. I just woke up and I already know I'm going to have a migraine when I get to school.

"Holly! Where's my sweater?!"

"How would I know?! Ask dad!"

"I already asked dad! Holly, did you take it from me!?"

"No! Ask-"

I put on my headphones with music blasting, slightly helping my now forming migraine. I put my MP3 player in my pocket.

Hi Rebecca!

Not right now Luke. I'm trying to get ready for school.

I put on a black shirt and a dark purple sweater over. I wore black jeans. I rubbed my temples and went over to my phone. Everyone in my friend group said were meeting at the big oak. I shrugged. To be honest I don't really care anymore. I never use this thing, but mom insists I have one.

"For emergency's." She says.

I grabbed my sketchbook and my pencil and went into the hallway. Really? Clothes all over the floor AGAIN!? I could still hear them yelling through my headphones. They slid off my head onto my shoulders and I angrily yelled, "Would everybody SHUT UP!?"

At that moment, everyone knew I was up, so they shut up. My railing looked out into the kitchen and I saw everybody whispering to each other. Tch. They always treat me like this.

I went down the perfectly white stairs. "Would you like some pancakes?" Mother. The one person who I could talk to.

"Umm, ye-"

You don't want to eat that. It's poisonous.

Would you leave me alone?

I'm just trying to protect you, Rebecca.

Whatever. Sure you are.

"No, it's okay Reb. I'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so. Bye sweetheart."

"Bye, mom."

I looked around. I don't even know why I try. He never bothers to come down and say bye to his children.

I slip my headphones back on, and it's a song I can relate to.

Stressed out but is always fine
they be, asking but she can't describe
maybe, their right it'll all be fixed
with age.

Tate Mcrae. I love her. She's such a good artist.

I walk out the door and the wind hits me like a ton of bricks.

Sigh.

Another day of living.