CHAPTER 2

"Courtney come here now!" I closed the front door, and walked into the living room.

"What?" Melinda sat down at the living room table and pointed to the clock.

"What do you mean 'what'?" She asked me, "Look at the time!"

I turned to the clock and looked back at Melinda.

"I'm sorry." I told her, "You know how hard I've been trying to get into that arts school. The audiences ran a bit late."

"A bit late?!" Melinda got up and put her hands on her hips, "Three hours I've been sitting there, waiting for you, or at the least for a phone call!"

"I told you I'm sorry, but I'm not going to tell you it's my fault! Because if that's what you're waiting for then you're gonna be waiting a really long time!"

"Courtney, I 'm just trying to look out for you, do what's best, and if going to this arts school is making you late and tired then maybe I shouldn't let you go there."

I turned away from Melinda and just sighed.

"You have no idea, how hard I've been trying for this." I whispered, "It's my dream, and there is no way you are going to take that from me."

Melinda stepped forward and grabbed my hands.

"I know I'm not your mother, but I am your foster mother and as much as you may think that I know nothing and I am just trying to hurt you, you have to know, that sometimes to help a person you have to hurt them."

"That isn't true." I shook my head calmly and removed my hands from hers, "My mum didn't want me to live my life the way I wanted to and look where that got us. I was 14 years old, I knew her for 14 years, and I didn't feel like I knew her at all and that's because she was trying to control my life."

Melinda smiled at me, and sat back down.

"I'm not controlling your life Court, your life is your own, I'm just trying to guide you, and help you, so I'm warning you about going to this school, but it's your decision, do you want to do, what you think is best."

"I've been trying so hard to get into this school, and I'm not going to give up now, and I'm not going to give up if I get in, and I feel like an outsider, because of all the snobby talented rich kids, I'm doing this for myself, and no matter how much I may want to, I'm not going to give up. And to be able to get through it, I need you to be there for me and help me through it.

"Of course Courtney. I'll always give you my support, but I'm not going to stop giving you my guidance."

"Fine." I nodded and looked down to the floor, "I'm going upstairs to get changed, and tomorrow, me and Dani are going to the school for the final audiences, I don't need a ride, and I'll probably be out of the house before you wake up."

Melinda nodded and got up and walked into the kitchen as I made my way up to my room, why does everyone think that I know nothing, and that I need someone to help me live my life.

I live my life on my own, and I just wish that everyone would stop trying to control it and think they know what's best, because they don't. The only person that knows what's best is me.

Because I'm the one that's living it, and I'll get through everything on my own, making my own decisions.