"Please, mom!" I beg. " You don't understand! Performing is my life! It's what I want to do!"
"No. You are not going to some little college for music. Here, I'll be nice. You can choose which medical school you want to apply to okay?"
"No mom. Not okay. This is my life. Not yours. If you want to be a doctor or a lawyer so bad, maybe you should have done that yourself!" I say. I can't take it anymore. I storm up to my room and slam my door.
I grab a piece of lined paper from my desk. There are already pens and pencils scattered around the tabletop, so I take one and frantically push the rest aside. I start writing. Lately, writing has been helping me relax and clear my mind. Not like a diary, I would be getting bullied more for that. I just write about the crap that goes on my life. It would make me feel nice if I could write something happy for once, but I just have to wait for now. I write:
"June 22
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Another bad day but I'm not surprised anymore. I got locked in the dressing room before gym started so I got in massive trouble for skipping, and nobody believed me when I tried to explain because "students cannot access the keys."
I tried to tell mom that I was going to apply to Juilliard next year. She just pushed it away and started complaining about how I need to be a doctor or a lawyer (again).
I can't wait to get out of here."
I graduate in 3 days and I'm getting really desperate to leave the hell that I call a school.
I lay down on my bed. I'm really tired and all I've wanted to do all day is lay in bed and not come out, like, ever.
I can't wait to get out of here.
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My Best Friend's Brother (editing soon)
Teen Fiction*AUTHOR'S NOTE* I plan to edit this soon. You are 100% welcome to read this now, but please note that this is the first novel I ever wrote (at age 10) and therefore it is riddled with plot holes, grammatical errors, weak character arcs and is overal...
