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"Don't you dare talking to me like that!" I heard my mother yell after me, the sharp tone of her voice making it very clear that she was angry with me. "Selena! Get back in here!"
Our fights had become more and more frequent. Almost every other day we argued, and when the fury began to bubble up inside me, it was hard for me to stop it.
"No," I said, giving her a glare before I walked out the door. All she ever did was complain about how I had changed, telling me I was much nicer when I was a little girl.
My mother had gotten married to my stepfather two years ago, and that's when everything had started. The anger, the fighting, everything that would later break my relationship with my mother.
His name was John, and he had a daughter. Just like me, she was sixteen years old. We went to the same school, had the same classes. Her friends were my enemies, even though they hardly ever talked to me. Most people had started to stay away from me, since the rumor of me having temper issues had come out. They said I had problems with controlling myself, which was technically true, but not something I wanted everyone to know about. The thing was that I knew who had told people. It was Alyson.
Before our parents moved in together, we would go out for dinner all four of us. And every time my mother would look at Alyson, telling her how pretty she was. Something she never said to me.
Alyson was always better than me, and what annoyed me the most, was that she knew it. She knew how to perfectly sway her hips, walking gracefully in her heels. She loved to wear shorts, showing off her lightly tanned skin. She knew how to catch the boys, doing nothing more than twisting a piece of her long, silky, brown hair between her fingers, batting her eyes from underneath her bangs. She was the perfect daughter. I had never seen lose her temper, was always nice to everybody, and seemed to know everyone.
I was Alison's complete opposite, and I was sick of everyone comparing the two of us all the time. We were not even related, so hearing my mother calling her my sister, or even hearing Alison calling my mother her 'mom' disgusted me. So I left, knowing exactly where I was going.
My brother was the only one I could trust. We had always been there for each other, and he had promised me before he moved out, that no matter how far away from each other we were, things would never change between us.
Our garden was quite big. As I rushed past the roses I remembered how my mother and I used to sit there every morning of the summer when I was seven years old. We sat on a white painted bench together, the smell of the roses surrounding us as she read 'Cinderella' and other tales. I closed my eyes, listened, and imagined what it would be like meeting a prince. I had asked her once, if she believed in fairytales, and she had answered; "My heart believes in them."
Back then I was too little to understand what she meant by that, but with a smile I would run off, playing with my dolls. I believed back then, that princesses existed. Somewhere far off in a beautiful castle up in the clouds. That's where they lived.
Now I didn't believe in any of that. It was stupid. Nothing was real, nothing really lasted forever, and trusting people was just a waste of time since they would just break you down in the end. I had become my own worst enemy, getting into trouble at school. Some people were afraid of me, thinking that if they pushed my buttons, I would go mad. Others felt sorry for me, like Alyson and her friends. It was those who annoyed me the most.
They were being nice to me all the time, thinking that if they were nice enough I would eventually become that way. But the way they talked to me was like a first grade teacher talking to a child, giving her a golden star every time she was doing something good. The effect their actions got was the opposite from what they wanted, and the nice, friendly Selena was as far away as ever.
My mother had said I should be nice to the people who were nice to me, and that I should be grateful that they even cared to talk to me. She had also told me that my behavior was unacceptable, and that she wished I was more like Alyson.
That was what had gotten me to storm out of our house this morning. I didn't want to be like Alyson. I hated her more than anything.
There were more cars than usual in the street, I figured it was because it was the first day of summer. People were most definitely going to the beach, just like me. But I wasn't going to the beach to get a tan. No, I was going to see my brother, Kevin. The only one who would understand me, and the only one who could help me, I was sure.
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Learning to fall [Nelena story] episode: one season: oneby JessieJonas691,300 views
sucky mom! hey what song is that in the beginning of the video i heard the beat and im like "I know that song!!"
glamurgurl303 1 year ago
@glamurgurl303 thanks for the comment :)
the song is Because you live - Jesse McCartney
JoBroGurl145 1 year ago