I'm Crashing

  I start school tomorrow. I like public school so I think I'll despise Catholic school. I'll be on punishment for a week, and that basically means no television, no parties, no Marsha, and worst of all no music. I think I might die without my daily dose of sound. I am aloud to read, but I'm not allowed to got the library. Wow. 

 At one mom came to my room and gave me grilled cheese for lunch, followed by a pile of magazines. I jumped up to my feet and hugged her. Once she left I decided it was the right time to indulge in some celebrity gossip. When I picked up the stack, and read the cover I wanted to kill myself. They were all spiritual magazines that were called Forgive. Was that a hint that mom was forgiving me, or was it a sign that I should forgive her and make the best out of Catholic school? 

  Before bed I was bored out of my mind. I read one article in the magazine and had the urge to change myself. It wasn't a good change I wanted to make. I went to my closet and tried on all my clothes. I ended up wearing ripped shorts that were splattered with paint, a rainbow half shirt, and black wedges. I crept out into the hallway and waited to hear mom snore...by the time she had fallen asleep I was out at the local bar. I smoked with the bikers, danced with the popular kids, and when the cute skater boy offered me a martini I couldn't refuse. Who cared if I was under age it was one freaking drink. I got home at twelve. 

   At breakfast dad randomly chose to join us. I knew mom didn't trust me so she called dad over for his opinion of me this morning. I licked the cream cheese of the side of my bagel and dad leaned over the table. 

   "Breathe," he said. 

   "Why?" I asked. Of course he didn't listen to me. Dad forced me to breathe, and when I did he supposedly smelled alcohol. I told him the magazine mom gave me said nobody's perfect, dad responded by saying true but I can still try.

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