My dad always hated when I didn't have any friends that were girls or when I tried to BLEND in with the boys.
On the other hand my mom didn't mind when I did any of those things. She has always been the prettiest person I know, she is kind, caring, and I don't know how she ended up with my dad as a husband. She could totally find someone better than him. Anyone was better than him in my opinion.
 He always thought violence would solve the problems and misbehavior that I had done and caused over the years. Now I don't have to worry about that tomorrow is my first day of 5th grade. That was going to be difficult to master due to the fact that no girls ever seemed to enjoy my presence. Maybe if I dress more girly they will like me.
 I have long black hair that is usually pulled up into a ponytail, it's frizzy and curly making it look unkept. I have thick black glasses that appear to my liking. I have eyes that seem bigger when the glasses are on. I have brown-hazel like eyes.
I am shorter than most of the girls in my grade due two that I stand out even more than I already did. My voice is a little deeper then the rest of them and sounds almost like a boy's voice I can put my hair down and straighten it to make it look well-kept so the girls don't think I'm a mess that doesn't wash their hair. I could wear pink earrings to see more girly. I can wear a blue skirt and a purple t-shirt to make me look more together.
I heard my mom call me down "it's suppertime sweetie" I stood up from my bed and slowly dragged myself out of my room and down the hall to the stairs. I made my way down the stairs one step at a time.
I wandered into the kitchen as my mom said the plate in her hand on the table. She looked up at me and said "I know it's boring but I hope you like it." I walked over and sat down in the chair before answering her "yeah it's great mom." "Hey Mom?" My mom looked up from the counter and said "yeah sweetie?"
I was about to ask if she could straighten my hair for me tomorrow when my dad came down the stairs with a growl on his face he had a phone in his hand as he walked into the kitchen. He looked over at me and walked in my direction. He looked down at me and said "Please tell me you were not at the Foreman's this afternoon." The Foreman's we're going to move soon and I wanted to say goodbye before they left. I knew my dad would not accept that answer but I couldn't say I wasn't there because he clearly knew the answer to his own question I looked up at him and said "I went to say goodbye..." I felt like the statement couldn't cut it for some reason. I had a bad feeling about this one "RACHEL go to your room I need to talk to your mother alone for a moment!"
I started to tear up as I headed up to my room already hearing my father scream at my mom. I wish my mom would just give up on him but for some reason she still loves him...