I close my eyes to take it all in, the sound of the music being played in the background and the way the wind blow in my face and messed up my hair. And they way my heart was feeling, it felt like it was going to explode. I keep my eyes closed but start tapping my foot to the rhythm. I start focusing on the lyrics in the song.

“May the best of your today's be the worst of your tomorrows” really caught my attention. Even though I have listened to this song like a million times it always caught my attention. It always meant something to me. We had just moved a week ago so my mom signed me up at an all summer art camp. Ever since halfway through the year last year when my mom and dad got in a big divorce. I remember the night so clearly. They were fighting over me.I knew it because i was overhearing from the top of the stairs with my older sister, Sarah. My mom wanted me to pursue my dreams while my dad wanted me to go to medical school and become a doctor. The fight got so bad that my father slapped my mom and said

“Shut the f*** up, Mary! We need to do what's best for Samantha and that's to send her off to Medical School! And if you don't agree with that then you can just f***ing leave!”

She ran out of the room and ran up the stairs to meet me and Sarah sitting there with surprise. My mother's face was full of tears and you could see where my father had hit my mother. My mother had made eye contact with me, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She turned her head away and tried to wipe the tears off her face. She was trying to hide all that had happened, but she knew it was no use. She turned away and ran back down the stairs, grabbing an umbrella and running out of the room. I got up quickly, knowing that I needed to do something. I grabbed a suitcase from my closet and started stuffing it with clothes and things my mom needed and what I needed. My face had tears all over my face. I pulled my hair up, grabbed my suitcase and my guitar and ran out the door.

I heard my father yell at me, “ SAMANTHA COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!” as I ran out the door. I started running at fast i could in the cold rainy night.

“MOM! MOOOOMMM!” I say pausing to look around. My glasses were getting covered with a blanket of rain. I kept running for a few blocks still calling my mom’s name.

“Mom!” I say standing.

“Sammy?” I hear a voice call. The voice sounded scared yet relieved.

“Mom?” I walk over towards the sound. There I see my mother crouched in an alleyway with no umbrella. I ran over and hugged her. Her clothes were soaked but so were mine. “I love you!” I say. We sit there for a few minutes, crying and hugging each other. I pull out my suitcase and open it up as I pull out two granola bars that I had stuffed into my suitcase. I also grab my phone that had cracked somehow. “W-Where are we going to go, mom?” I say as I open my granola bar sadly. “I don't know honey, maybe we can go to Grandmas?”She replies opening her granola bar as well.

I shrug my shoulders as I stuff the granola bar in my mouth. Who knew crying makes you hungry? I finish chewing and swallow before saying, “She doesn't know how to cook ...and we’d have to sleep on the floor ...and get a taxi to get there…” I say as I start counting off my fingers. "That's all true,” She says while laughing. We watch people walking by and giving us dirty looks. It was probably too dark to notice who I was.

“What about Aunt Helen? She's got a big bed that we can sleep in ...She can cook and she lives pretty close here so I can still go to school?”

“Sounds like a plan.” my mom says as she tries to get up. I get up quickly and grab her hand, pulling her up.