Chapter 1
Sonny
Screaming filled my ear drums. My eyes opened wide as the screaming increased, till everyone in a one mile radius could hear each bitter, foul word my parents screamed.
"SHE DOESN'T NEED TO GO TO COLLEGE!" My drunk father screamed.
"SHE NEEDS TO IF SHE WANTS A GOOD JOB!" My mother barked back.
"I TOLD YOU! PERRY HAS A POSITION FOR HER! A FULL-TIME BARTENDER POSITION AND A PART-TIME JOB AS A DANCER!" My father cried.
"DON'T YOU MEAN A PROSTATUTE? THAT'S NO LIFE!" My mother snarls.
"SHE'S BEEN GOING TO DANCE SCHOOL HER WHOLE LIFE! WOULDN'T IT BE GOOD IF SHE GOT A JOB THAT SHE DANCES EVERY DAY? I DIDN'T GO TO COLLEGE!" My father burps.
"EXACTLY." My mother states.
Slap. My mother cries out in pain. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Alright. I'm done." I say to myself. I got out of bed and changed into a pair of soft jeans and tank-top. I wore a white T-shirt over the tank-top and started pulling a brush through my black hair. As I did that, I grabbed my old black backpack and started putting things in. A pair of shorts, a pair of sweats, an extra shirt, two more panties and bras, a pair of socks, the brush, my drawing pad, and my pencils and charcoals. I grabbed my piggy pank and opened it. Two hundred dollars piled out. I stuffed that into one of the tinier compartments. I slipped on my shoes and pulled on a jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror. I nodded at myself and opened the window. The cold air brushed my bangs as if saying do you know what you are getting into?
"I can do this." I said reassuring and jumped out of my window, leaving my yelling parents behind and embracing the cold darkness of the world.