Chapter 1 : Why Me?A Chapter by Aehr"Sophie, you're going to your dad, and that's final." Those words hit me like a deadly bullet from a gun. My knees began to shake, and I was trying my best not to cry. "But Mom..." I said, blinking back my tears. "No Sophie, I'm done with you!" My Mom said as she flew into rage. "You're not trying to do well at school, and all you do is sit in front of that computer all day and waste your time! That school of yours is costing me money, Sophie. And you don't understand that. So that's it! You're going to your dad." She took some falling strands of her auburn hair, and tucked them behind her ears, as she continued talking. "Mom, I don't waste my time. I write!" I said, trying to explain my Mom what was happening, for the millionth time that day. "That's what I want to do! I want to be a writer. I don't like school! The teachers hate me, so do the kids. Nothing's right!" "You want to write?" she said as she threw her book down on the table. I could see dampness in her eyes. Mom was going to break down again. "Fine! Then write a stupid story about you going to Florida, and living with your Dad, because that's what is going to happen. Sophie, get out of that stupid fantasy world of yours, and come back into reality. Writing is useless, you can't get anything out of it. You're going to Florida, your dad will be there, you'll get better career options and it'll all be good for you." And she walked away, after grabbing her cell. That was it. I could tell, that my Mom would not tolerate anymore of me and my ways. It was useless fighting. Writing had always been a touchy subject for my Mom, because she hated it, and I never understood why. She was a science professor in Foster's University, and all she believed was in science, logic, reasoning, and practicality. I was the complete opposite, and sometimes I wished that I wasn't. As she walked away to call my Dad, I grabbed a chair for support and broke down crying right there and then. When life harvests lemons, it makes sure that it comes and spurts them in you face.
Mom did nothing to coax me, or even provide me with any little comfort. All she did was continue with her work like nothing at all had happened. It felt horrible to be despised by your own mother and have her send you away, because she didn't want you anymore. The deep pit in my heart ached with despair, and my soul's woes were inconsolable. My eyes let out rivers of bitterness and vexation, that were till then shackled up in the cobbled alleys of my mind. Finally, my mind ceased its never-ending laments and I slipped into a world more peaceful than my own. © 2012 AehrAuthor's Note
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AehrAspiring for fearlessnessAboutTrying to keep my words alive. Find me on Instagram: aehr_x more..Writing
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