Brittany cringed and held her knees tightly to her chest as she heard the screams again.
Every day is the same.
She wakes up to the sound of her little sister crying, trying to wake up her mommy. (You console her and tell her mommy's taking a nap. When really, mommy's passed out from a night of drinking, and harsh words.)
Console sister and make breakfast. (And by make breakfast you mean, you grab a couple of pop tarts.)
Go to school and follow Santana Lopez around like a lost puppy. (But you love her, so you push that thought away.)
Try as hard as you can in school. (Yet still have to resort to cheating to get close to passing.)
Come home to the sound of your mother's drunken laughter. (She's alone, yet surrounded by love in her blissful drunken state.)
Pick sister up from school. Get looks from the mothers of other children. She hears their whispers. "Look at that poor girl. So young to have a child." She ignores them and grabs her sisters hand. (She's not the teen mother, perfect Quinn Fabray is.)
Help dyslexic sister with homework, manage to put about five minutes into your own. (Tt's okay, you'll copy from a hormone crazed teen in the morning.)
Grab sister and usher her to your room, as you hear the front door open. (Daddy always comes home cranky after a day at work.)
Five minutes after the door closes, the yelling begins. (Turn on music, the T.V. Anything to distract your baby sister.)
Put sister to bed because Mommy's too drunk, and Daddy's off at his second job. (Second lover.)
Lay down with wishful thoughts of a future without all of the above. (Yet you know it won't happen. So you close your eyes and brace yourself for what will surely come tomorrow.)