"I told you I don't want to go." I told my best friend Demonica. She was dragging me to this Why Don't We concert.

"Please! My parents won't let me go, unless you come with me!" Her parents love me. I've had to go to a lot of parties because her parents only let her go places when I'm with her. I've always told her to just tell them I'm going with her, butshe
won't listen to me.

"But, I've got to study." I said, trying to make up an excuse.

"Please! I'll do anything!" She begged, making fake tears and puppy eyes.

"Ugh, fine." I sighed, "but you owe me." I finally gave in. She nodded and jumped up and down cheering.

Ok, now so about me. I'm Alyssa Gray, I'm from Miami, Florida and I'm 19. I love to sing and I write my own music. I play guitar, piano and I'm studying music in college. My hair is brown with a blue streak down the right side.

Myfavorite color is blue, if you can't tell and my favorite singers are Ariana Grande and Ed Sheeran.

Demonica Levi is my best friend. She's always hiper all the time. You'll never find her upset, if you do, something's horribly wrong. She has black hair and a red streak down the left side.

We both decided, when we were 7, that when we were older, we'd dieone streak of our hair our favorite color. We've been friends since birth. Our parents work at the same company and were close friends.

My dad passed away when I was 4. He had lung cancer and didn't make it. My mom drinks to cope. It's gotten to the point that when I get home, she blames me for dads death and always starts a fight. That's why I'm living in a dorm with Dem now.

"Alright! Be ready at 7. It's starts at 9, but we need good parking spots and good seats. Oh, I'm so excited!" She cheered loudly.

"Shut up!" The neighbor yelled, banging on the wall. The walls are as thin as paper.

We both laughed.

"Wear something nice." She yelled as she was leaving the dorm to go home and get her best dress.

She's obsessed with Daniel. She has this feeling that one day they are going to get married. Daniel and her are close in age, so she thinks it's possible. She's 18.

I know their names by heart because Dem always plays their interviews and performances in our dorm. The only one I think is cute is Jonah, but I wouldn't date him.

I went tomy smal closet and found nothing nice. It was all school clothes. Great.I have to go home. I grabbed my keys and phone and went to my car.

I opened the door to our small trailer and walked in. I heard the tv playing and snores. I walked to my room. I picked out ripped skinny jeans and a black crop top with a flannel. I let my hair down and curled it, not putting on any makeup.

I'm not oneto cake my face with makeup. Only on occasions I'll wear makeup but for normal days it's only lipgloss.

I heard footsteps coming closer and I walked out of the bathroom.

"You! What are you doing here?! I told you not to come back here!" Her blonde hair all over the place and her face bright red.

"I was just leaving." She grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Wait!" She slapped me round the face then said, "Now you can leave."

I looked at her, unable to see the mom I knew when I was four. I pushed older into the wall and ran out to my car. I sped off to the dorm. I parked and stared off. I wiped and tears and looked in the mirror at the hand imprint on my face. The tears cameback.

I quickly wiped them and grabbed the black hoodie in the back seat. I put it on and pulled up the hood. I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

Once I got there, I pulled it off and layeddown on the bed. I put it my headphones, turning on my music. Ed Sheerans Happier came through the speakers. I suddenly felt ok.