Just A Matter Of Time.

Screaming, shattering objects, blood, pain; just a normal day in the life of Lollie Vixen. Everyday I’m beaten by Robert, my Father, who is a jacked up excuse of a Dad if you ask me. He always tells me I’m a lazy worthless waste of space (and a few other words) , but ironically I’m the only person who brings money into our house-if you can call it that-even though he has a job. While I try to get an actual education, my “father” likes to spend his time at bars, strip clubs, or any other place where he can get: booze, ladies, and/or drugs. I honestly don’t see how I’m related to HIM, but I’m making it…..sort of. All I can do is to keep on moving with my head held high. I got into Julliard last year, and I’m currently studying there. I somehow have what people call an “amazingly beautiful talent”. I’ll admit I can sing, dance, act, and write, but there’s over 1,000 people who could top me any day. As I walk through the door of my home Roberts’ house I notice how the drapes are ripped and covered with puke, some alcohol, and many other stains. The living room is completely trashed. Glass bottles, plastic cups, panties, confetti, food, and lots of other unmentionable items covered the floors. I dropped my stuff in my room and changed into my old overalls and began to clean. I looked at the clock as I dropped the last bag of trash into the garbage can. 11:50. I got home at three o’clock and, it took over 8 hours to clean the whole three-bedroom, two-bath, apartment. “Now for homework,” I mumble as I made my way towards my room. My room is the only place that I feel o.k. I don’t know if it’s because of the colors, or the fact that it has the fire escape right outside my window. My homework took no time, and I soon found myself outside on the fire escape. The blur of the busy city was my inspiration as always, but today something was different. I grabbed my note book and started to write.