August 19, 2014

I hit the off button on my alarm clock to stop the annoying beeping sound it made that told me it was time to get up. I lay in bed a minute longer. I had been getting up at five thirty every morning for the past six years and I hated it. I hated the outrageously strict sceduall my parents make me follow I long for the day when I can be free and do as I please without my parents getting on me about not being good the right kind of perfect as they would say. They pride themselves on being the perfect family perfect working husband perfect house wife perfect daughter perfect house seriously my life looks like something out of a movie and I hate it I hate always having to be perfect. I sighed as I got up and headed into the bathroom to do my morning routine. When I was younger it took me a lot longer but now Im accustomed to it, it just comes natural like instinct. After finishing in the bathroom I headed into my bedroom and picked out my outfit for the day which wasn’t heard all my clothes were basically the same nothing to out there and nothing that said Im a troubled person. Just in between so basically perfect. After I dressed I headed to the kitchen where my mom no doubt had breakfast waiting just like she had for as long as I can remember. I sat down at the table at my spot in between my mom and my dad as my mom sat a plate of food in front of me.

“Good morning Melody did you sleep well?” She asked

“Yes.” I said and started eating my food Dad looked at the paper and mom stood at the stove baking something that she was going to send with dad for work. He never ate it he always threw it away and im sure she new this but she still made it every single day always something different to. I finished my food and put my plate in the sink.

“I have band practice after school I need to be picked up at five.” I said to my father. He nodded and looked up from his paper.

“Thank you for reminding me Melody.” He said.

“Melody go make sure you have all your things for school ready. And check off band practice from your sceduall.” My mom said I nodded and headed back to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I already knew that I had all of my things ready and I’d already checked band practice off my sceduall that’s how I remember I had it I wouldn’t remember anything if I didn’t have my sceduall to remind me every day I got up from my bed and looked for something to do wile I wait. I took my drawing book off my shelf and sat down at my desk turning the desk light on to help me see better not that I had bad eye sight of course my eye sight was perfect all of me was but the desk light just makes things better. I looked at the picture I had been drawing and picked up where I left off. When I draw or wright or sing or do anything that has something to do with music and creativity I get lost like im carried away from this world to another one I lose touch with reality and Im at peace. My parents say that it isn’t healthy and I shouldn’t lose my self like that but I love it when that happens.

“It’s time to go Melody.” My dad said knocking on my door I put my drawing away and picked up my back pack and headed out to my father’s car. I got in and buckled up as he pulled out of the driveway and we headed towards my school. I loathed school I had no real friends and I felt uncomfortable.  I mean sure people liked me good enough for my parents to think that I had friends I mean I have people over to study and I get invited to go out to the movies and things like that it’s just im not sure where I fit in exactly.

“Goodbye I’ll pick you up at five have a good day at school.” My dad said I got out of the car and he drove off. I headed to the library When I got there I pulled out my book I’ve been reading a book I can’t take home because my parents would never approve of it but it really was good  just a little dark. I read until the bell rang and I headed to class first person I have math I sit in the back and all the other people who are too incompetent to do the work for themselves cheat off me These are the people that are troubled they are rude some smell and some are just bad people all around I mean really why put me the perfect student and person all the way in the back with the juveniles. I would say something but to be honest they all scare me even the girls who could probably pass as guys. I remember I tried telling the teacher once and they made it perfectly clear what they would do to me if I ever gave them up.  And you know what I bet there probably not even ever going to thank me for letting them cheat. So your welcome you lazy incompetent delinquent children that Im helping you pass because if you didn’t have me back here to cheat off of you would be in trouble. 

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to all the people who've taken the time to read this book, Arnuald Angelique, for the quote and a special to my best friend Mia for being such a big help on it.