The Bad Boy Loves My Music

Letting It Go

I can't believe my brother is crying. He's probably been through so much. I didn't even realize it. "You finally spoke to me Nat!" I nodded and smiled at him.

All of a sudden I felt my hair being yanked so I instinctively slapped them in the face. "You bitch I told you to stay away! "

"Teresa! What are you doing! That's my sister! " I could hear the gasps coming from the kids surrounding us.

"Wow that proves how much of a dumb blonde you are. We're identical twins dumb ass. " I yelled at her as I pulled off my beanie.

Me and my brother were so identical that it was terrifying. I'm actually just a short version of him.

"Your sister?! You mean her? Oh gosh babe I'm so sorry I didn't know! " And of course he fell for her act and went back to her. As did every one else. I was disappointed in him but I was glad that he didn't actually hate me like I thought he did. I don't know why but I went back to the music room and  began to sing my favorite song. Total Praise.

Lord, I will lift my eyes to the hills

Knowing my help is coming from You

Your peace You give me in time of the storm

 

You are the source of my strength

You are the strength of my life

I lift my hands in total praise to You

 

You are the source of my strength

You are the strength of my life

I lift my hands in total praise to You

 

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

 

You are the source of my strength

You are the strength of my life

I lift my hands in total praise to You

 

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

 I think I need to get over my past. My brother does love me after all and that's all I need to get by. I went to the rest of my classes and I still was still bullied because everyone thinks I'm an emo/suicidal person.

Now even I know that some people just enjoy the color black and sometimes vibrant colors like hot pink. Most emos aren't even suicidal hence the name EMO(tional). People just find away to be suicidal by calling themselves emo. 

I know I'm not suicidal, where'd they even get that from? Whatever my brother has basketball practice. So to show that I forgive him I'm going to watch him practice. I sat in the bleachers and waited until I could spot him. I smiled. It's nice to see him get along with people.

He looked in the bleachers and saw me. I waved looking like an idiot and he burst into laughter. He waved back at me and continued practicing. I texted him that I would be at home early.

I came in the house and I received a slap in the face from my mother. "Why are you trying to lower your brothers popularity by saying you're related to him?" I stared in silence. "Say something you wench! "

She raised her hand but I caught it. "Why should you deserve any answer from me? The child you neglected your entire life to make the other one feel better. Well let me tell you. You have worked for nothing you have in this house. You were a rich child growing up. No job, never earned a damned thing. "