Sandy pulled the hood of her school jacket over her head as she walked silently through the rain to get to high school. She was the head of the cheerleading squad, soccer team, basketball team, gymnastics league, and part of the yearbook, news paper, and school council. She dressed in nice clothes and was very beautiful, but she doesn't feel so beautiful on the inside.
Her parents had split up 2 years before and already, her dad had remarried an awful woman with two other children and they had a baby who was going to turn one in just a few weeks. Her father was never satisfied with her. No matter how hard she tried to make him happy, he never was. She studied and studied when she wasn't doing school sports, at an after school club meeting or at her job. She only went out on the weekends only when she was able to, which was rare. She loved it when it rained. No one could see her crying. About five minutes after thinking about the test she had studied her ass off for the previous night, she started to think of the argument she and her father had the weekend before.
"No you most certainly can NOT go out to the movies!" Her father yelled
"But Dad, I don't have any tests coming up, I don't have any sport practices or meetings and I don't work on Saturdays! I never go out anymore! Please? Just this once? I don't know when I will have another free night again!" I sobbed. He had been ranting about me to my step mom for the last hour.
"She doesn't appreciate the time she gets with you, Paul." My step mom told him. All she has done is make things worse. "She only gets to see you every other weekend and she doesn't want to see you then."
"I know, Janette." He looks over at me. "Why are constantly trying to disappoint me?" He asked. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. "Janette's kids at least work. You're too lazy to do anything!"
"Yo! Dad! Cut it out! They are both at the movies RIGHT NOW! And Sandy does more than they ever will!" They are both at the movies And Sandy does more than they will!" Stan screamed at my dad. My brother had been up in the room that we now had to share and could probably hear yelling from up there. "If you want to have a "perfect" family then Sandy and I will just go home now!" I thought that maybe things would be better since Stan came down here but it only got worse. My father slapped him across the face.
"DON'T YOU EVER YELL AT ME AGAIN!" He bellowed. I went to run over to Stan but Janette grabbed my arm and pushed me into a chair.
"You father never said you could move." She smirked. I looked at my brother and glared at Janette through my tears.