Today was such a beautiful day in the small town of my home state of Tennessee. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and beautiful flowers were growing like wild. I loved the beginning of spring time.
I was walking down the road with my best friend, Savannah; I unfortunately was on my way to work.
"Come on, Joey. Just this one time," my best friend begged me.
"Savannah, I can't just skip work. Samantha would kill me," I told her thinking of my 'step-mother'. I hated that woman. I don't know what my father ever saw in her. She's pretty much the worst woman I've ever met in my entire life, and lucky me...I get to live with her!
"Joeyyy," Savannah whined, "The show is tonight," she reminded me. Dang it! Why am I not surprised? Every time Savannah and I plan to play a gig together, Gina and Emily always find out about it and tell their mother so I end up having to work that night.
In case you haven't noticed, Gina and Emily are my 'step-sisters'; sometimes I think Gina is worse than her mother…sometimes. Emily on the other hand, she doesn't mean any harm, she's just following her sister. I honestly don't believe she's bright enough to think up any of the stuff Gina has done to me.
It's been two years since my father passed away. I use to live in a gorgeous southern plantation-like home, but of course after dad died, Samantha changed everything about it. This was the place I grew up, but by the looks of it now you wouldn't be able to tell. Oh yeah, and I also get the pleasure of cleaning it every day after work or school. I don't really mind that or even going to work right after school, but what I can't stand is my lack of freedom. I don't have a car, I don't have a scooter, heck, and I don't even have a bike. Everything that was mine; they sold. Everything of my father's; they sold. The only thing that I got to keep was my father's old guitar, and that was only because it was so beat up they thought they wouldn't get any money out of it. So when I started working, my first pay check went to fixing up my dad's guitar. Now, I love it. I never go anywhere without it, and I play it every chance I get.
You might be asking why I stay here in this hell hole, but the truth is I can't just leave my father's home to these wicked witches…and sadly Samantha does pay for my college tuition…as long as I work for her.
"Joeyyy," Savannah continued to whine, "How am I going to sing when my favorite guitarist isn't there playing for me?" she pouted. I sighed.
"'Van, you know if I could go, I'd be there," I told her seriously, "I just can't," I finished defeated. She sighed. "Ok, ok. I'll just tell you how it goes," she said sadly as we reached the entrance to my work.
We parted with a goodbye hug and I wished her luck on her show tonight.
I dropped my bag behind the counter as I walked into "Sammy's Coffee Shoppe." My step sisters had made it there before I did, and were already at the front of the shop singing…off key.
While I was putting on my apron, I noticed the awful noise had stopped and I turned around to find Gina staring at me from the other side of the counter.
"Josephine," she started (I hated my proper name, but it was a family name given from my dad so I got over it when he passed away), "would you be a dear and come play the guitar for us while we sing?" she asked sweetly. This was very out of character of her.
"Really?" I asked excitedly. She then laughed harshly.
"Yeah, right; like mother would ever let you play here!" she scoffed. I rolled my eyes; should have known. I sighed and got back to work.
"Just watch," I whispered to myself, "one day, you'll be begging me to play. One day…I'll be a rock star."