I hate when my parents fight. Usually it's after they've both had one too many. It never fails, each time we have a get together at our house, big or small, the night always ends in my parents getting into a huge fight. Sometimes they are so loud and out of control that the neighbors call the police. I hate it so much! Alone in my room, I turn up the stereo to drown out their yelling. I turn on the tv and turn up the sound as loud as it will go, to drown out their voices. And I sit in the middle of my bed, cross-legged, eyes closed and dreaming of anywhere but here. Being fourteen should not suck this bad! Suddenly I feel someone's hand on my face. I open my eyes and see that it's my mom. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?" And then my father appears, "Turn this noise off! You crazy or somethin?" He says in his broken English. Both of them are visibly intoxicated. My mom's look of concern makes me want to throw up! She gives me a kiss on the cheek and I can smell the vodka on her breath.
"Sydney, is everything alright? You're acting crazy." says my mom to me.
"Really mom? You think something is wrong with ME? I'M acting crazy? You and dad are the ones yelling like idiots and throwing stuff everywhere, but you think something is wrong with ME?"
"Did you just call us idiots?" my dad asks, well, yells it out is more like it. Because obviously me calling them a name is far more important than how I am feeling, right? Of course.
I ignore him and tell both of them to get out of my room and to shut the door on their way out, please and thank you!
They glare at me for a minute but in the end, they do as I say. Instantly, I'm back in my escape. I get up to lock the door. Turn the tv back on, but this time mute the sound, turn the music back on, but not as loud as before, and I resume my position on the bed. Only this time, I sit closer to the window. It's almost midnight. I lift the curtain a little, enough to catch a glimpse of the night sky. It's a clear night. There are a lot of stars out. And then I see it. Standing so proudly, so bold, so bright. Even through the naked eye, it appears far, but not unreachable. I bet no one yells up there! And that's when I decided that I on my summer vacation, I would go to the moon.