101My tears came rushing down that one night. That one night I realized that I was different from my friends. That night.
Everything was going so perfect. I had gotten a 105% on my math exam. My crush had talked to me for a while. I hung out with my friends. You could almost say I was walking on clouds. Light and airy, full of joy, I was smiling on my way home. Yet, something inside of me told me to enjoy this feeling. Oh, how I should have listened.
"ALEX! Get downstairs right now!"
What did I do this time? Hmmm, I did amazing on my exam, I did all my chores . could she get mad at me for this time?
I walked down the staircase of my two-story, four-bedroom house, and went into the kitchen where my mom was located. She had this furious look on her face, which signaled me to turn my shields on. I really didn't know what was wrong until I saw what she was holding in her hands.
My report card.
Oh no. I thought to myself. Oh no, I got a B in science didn't I. crap.
"Alex." my mother said as calmly as she could. "Did you by any chance, look at your report card yet?"
"No. not really." I said slowly.
She handed me the piece of paper, and I looked at it. I was in shock.
Not only did I get a B in science, but also in social studies. I didn't think this was really my report card, definitely not mine. But the name on the top proved it had to be.
"I can't believe you! What happened? I let you go out a few times with your friends, I let you go online, chat with them, and have fun. And THIS is what you give me? Two B's in one report card!? How do you think this will look on your application to that private school? How do you think you will feel when you're in college?"
I stared at the floor.
"Alex, I thought that if I let you have fun, listen to that crap you call music, and let you be free, it would help your grades. NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED?"
"But mom." I started off.
"Don't 'but mom' me! I knew that those friends of yours were making bad impressions on you. I knew that, that horrid music you listened to was rotting your brain. I can't even believe I let you do things like that!"
"Mom! I'm going throu-"
"Don't you dare interrupt me!" again, my eyes were glued to the floor. "Alex, you are getting lazier, and lazier. Your grades are going down. You aren't doing as much work as you used to. What happened? What happened to my little girl?"
"I'm going through depression! Okay?"
"Don't give me that crap. I know that's just another lame excuse for those grades. You're changing. And I don't like it."
"I wasn't talking crap! I really am depressed!" she wasn't listening.
"You can't listen to your music anymore, tell your friends you won't be able to talk to them, and make sure that math book I bought you is done by next week."
"BUT THAT MATH BOOK HAS 500 PAGES!"
"If Sarah can do it. You can. And don't raise your voice like that to me again. Oh, and your SAT's are coming up, make sure you learn those vocabulary words. Now, leave."
"Give me a break! Seriously! Just because Sarah can do it, doesn't mean-"
"Go to your room right now."
I turned around and walked out of the kitchen. I felt my tears start welling up in my eyes, blinding my vision. I couldn't stand all of the pain my mom put me through.
As I climbed the staircase, I tripped, and fell down. But I could not feel the pain of my broken wrist. I could not feel the pain of falling.
All I could feel was all of that emotional pain building up inside of me.