I stare at my reflection and sigh. "Maybe, I'm not like them.." I take a deep breath and begin to sing. "Sometimes I feel like giving up..but I just cant..~ IT ISNT-" "MARIA, I DID NOT GIVE YOU A ROOM TO SING IN. COME EAT BREAKFAST AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL." My mom. She's so mean. I get abused by her everyday now ever since dad died. And by died, I mean he just stays in the shed. Don't know what he's doing though. I sigh once more and push my golden blond luxurious hair away from my pearl grey specs. I fly down the stairs and trip, hitting my head on the cold hard tiled floor. My mother laughed. At me. As expected. I get up, wiping away tears and sit down. I poke at the oatmeal. "come on goldylocks, you dont got all day now." she said. "Mom! I told you not to call me that!" "¡AY! ¡CAYATE MIJA!" she demanded. I flinched from the yelling and started to cry. "Dry it up. You'll be fine." she told me. I get up and slam my chair into the table, flying up the stairs. I can hear my mom walking behind me. "OH NO. YOU BETTER LOSE THE ATTITUDE AND GET BACK DOWN HERE." I slam my door and lock it, on the verge of a panic attack. She walked away and I begin to sob, changing into a quick outfit.

The outfit:

Time to go to school.