In The End (An AFI Story), chapter 1
I was washing the dishes when my mother came in the kitchen. She took one look at me, made a disgusted face, and left the room. My parents hate me, and I hate them. I just want to leave and go with my band on tours and stuff, but my mom says I have to wait until I'm 18, even though we all know she'd rather have me gone. In fact, the only reason I'm still living here is because my mom needs a cleaning lady, but can't afford one. So who became the cleaning lady? Me, of course.
My name is Sfetalina, and I'm 16 years old. I am trying to get people to call me Stella. I have long, natural black hair that is usually in my face. I have big, blue eyes that seriously clash with my hair. I look nothing like my parents, and they think I'm not their real child. In fact, right before I was born, my parents moved from Romania to America. There, I was born. But when my parents saw me, their look of horror confused the nurses and my mother screamed.
"Her eyes-she looks like a demon!" my mother had said in her not-too-good English.
My mother refused to take me, and my dad even suggested killing me and trying again for a better baby. But the nurse refused, so my parents shipped me off to my Aunt Tatilia, who lived in Bulgaria, without even naming me.
My aunt knew English, because she moved there with her husband for a while. But after my Uncle Steve got hit by a car and was killed, Aunt Tatilia moved back with her family. My aunt knew I was going back to America when my parents came around, so she taught me English and Bulgarian. Also, my aunt named me Sfetalina because in Bulgarian it meant "Little Gorgeous". So much for looking like a demon. I eventually moved to America when I was 12.
Anyways, I finished washing the dishes and I went to my room. I flopped on my bed. 'I am so sick of my parents,' I thought, 'I really need to think of a way to get out.' My band, Property of East Bay, is actually getting somewhere. We have a gig scheduled in two days. Everyone in town knows us. My band mates, Jade (the guitarist) and Davey (drums), are allowed to leave whenever we want. Sometimes I think I should sneak out, but I usually chicken out.
I popped in my From First to Last CD, and I blasted it. I felt like I was trapped in this house. Also, I had to figure out how to get over my huge crush on Jade. I know that if him and I actually get somewhere, as in become boyfriend/girlfriend, it might ruin the band. I love the band to death, and the last thing I want is to ruin it for Jade and Davey by spilling my secret. It's a good thing I don't make it obvious, by blushing or acting weird.
I heard someone stomping up the steps and pounding on my door. That bitch I call "Mom" probably wants me to lower the volume.
"Okay, okay, Mom, I'll lower the volume, just shut up and go away!"
But my mom didn't open the door. Jade did.
My name is Sfetalina, and I'm 16 years old. I am trying to get people to call me Stella. I have long, natural black hair that is usually in my face. I have big, blue eyes that seriously clash with my hair. I look nothing like my parents, and they think I'm not their real child. In fact, right before I was born, my parents moved from Romania to America. There, I was born. But when my parents saw me, their look of horror confused the nurses and my mother screamed.
"Her eyes-she looks like a demon!" my mother had said in her not-too-good English.
My mother refused to take me, and my dad even suggested killing me and trying again for a better baby. But the nurse refused, so my parents shipped me off to my Aunt Tatilia, who lived in Bulgaria, without even naming me.
My aunt knew English, because she moved there with her husband for a while. But after my Uncle Steve got hit by a car and was killed, Aunt Tatilia moved back with her family. My aunt knew I was going back to America when my parents came around, so she taught me English and Bulgarian. Also, my aunt named me Sfetalina because in Bulgarian it meant "Little Gorgeous". So much for looking like a demon. I eventually moved to America when I was 12.
Anyways, I finished washing the dishes and I went to my room. I flopped on my bed. 'I am so sick of my parents,' I thought, 'I really need to think of a way to get out.' My band, Property of East Bay, is actually getting somewhere. We have a gig scheduled in two days. Everyone in town knows us. My band mates, Jade (the guitarist) and Davey (drums), are allowed to leave whenever we want. Sometimes I think I should sneak out, but I usually chicken out.
I popped in my From First to Last CD, and I blasted it. I felt like I was trapped in this house. Also, I had to figure out how to get over my huge crush on Jade. I know that if him and I actually get somewhere, as in become boyfriend/girlfriend, it might ruin the band. I love the band to death, and the last thing I want is to ruin it for Jade and Davey by spilling my secret. It's a good thing I don't make it obvious, by blushing or acting weird.
I heard someone stomping up the steps and pounding on my door. That bitch I call "Mom" probably wants me to lower the volume.
"Okay, okay, Mom, I'll lower the volume, just shut up and go away!"
But my mom didn't open the door. Jade did.
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