Okay so it is start to another day. I sit in my room waiting for the shouting to stop but it never seems to. I roll over to try and forget everything but it never seems to happen. I wake up to this every morning with the same shouts and arguments… it is like a broken record that nobody doesn't seem to know when to stop playing.
I slowly get up from my bed and make my way to the window. As I open my curtains to let light shine in my room, I smile as it hits my face. Every time the morning sun sees my face I seem to forget all my worries and it brings me hope of why I am here.
As realization hits me I look out to see what a wonderful day it could be. That's when I see her. Right before me, well in the house next door. She has light olive skin that seems to glow in the morning sun. She has the perfect body. She is new and only been here for week here in sunny LA. I wonder if she going to be at me school, oh did I mention that she has got the perfect body!
After 5mins watching her get dressed I realised that I was going to be late if I didn't get a move on. I ran to my bathroom and showered quickly 'what to wear…hmm' I grabbed my favourite pair of jeans that just so happened to have ripped knees from falling off my bike at on stage and threw on a shirt. I looked in my mirror 'damn I look hot' I blew my reflection a kiss. As I walked out my room, I grabbed my bag along with my leather jacket and helmet.
I made my way down the stairs to where shouts began to get loud. As I walked in to the kitchen to grab my keys, the argument between mum and dad had stopped. My mother, Paula, stopped and stared as I entered the room, her eyes just glaring at me with so much disgust. She has never look at me without that look this way from as long I can imagine. She has seemed to disowned me because I came out. She thinks because I am gay, that I am less of a daughter to her. The only time she speaks to me is when she pissed and needs something to shout at or if my chores haven't been done. My father on the other hand loves me no matter what. He is really awesome and supports me 100. I turned to look at him but before I could say good morning to him he was already out the door.
I grabbed my keys off the benched and made my way out to my bike. I turn the key in the ignition. My bike turns to life. Feeling the vibration, as the engine is starts is when I begin to forget about this morning events… all except the girl next door!