I just want to be like my hero

"TINK BREAKFAST!" my mother yelled at the top of her lungs.

I was still not even out of bed. It was the first day of 10th grade and I was already running late. I already had my outfit laid out, thank God. I slipped on my black skinny jeans and my 'Green day American idiot' top on. I run down stairs brushing my hair, I loved my short hair. It was exactly like Billie Joe Armstrong's haircut he had in his '21 guns' music video. My family hated it. I have a strong feeling they hated me as well.

My mother saw me and rolled her eyes as she said, "Rugby try outs are today."

Rugby was a tradition in my family, I hate it. I don't even play half the time. I played in the school orchestra, but I have to also play rugby.

"Yes, ma'am," I responded miserably.

My father and my older brother glared above their tablets.

"Tink Alice Franklin, you will learn to rugby, I know you have this weird call to play music. Ugh...but you need to keep the tradition alive." My father says with a dominance tone.

"Father I am good at it though, I want to be like my hero, Billie Joe Armstrong," I beg.

"Tink, that dude is an idiot." My brother cuts in.

"NO, HE ISN'T!!!!" I scream as I leave the table not even taking a bite out of my vegan sausage and pancakes.

I run upstairs to finish getting ready. This was a normal argument, none of my family understood my talent. I'm a freak compared to my family. I put a big green bow in my hair and brushed my teeth while listening to 'Silent scream by Anna Blue'. After an argument with my family, I listen to this song. I try to fix my makeup while faking a smile.

I kiss my poster of Billie Joe and start to slide on my 'Joker and Harley Quinn' Converse. I sneak past my family so I can go to school without having a lecture from my parents about respecting my older brother. My older brother, Tristeyn already has three scholarships for rugby. He is the star player for the boy's team at our school and all that crap.

"Success!" I whisper shout to myself as I walk out the door.

"Ha ha!" I hear my boyfriend Victor say as he starts to rise from my stoop.

I then see my best friend Kat with her boyfriend, Andy. Victor grabbed my flute with one hand and my hand with his other as my smile becomes real. Kat grabbed my other hand as I feel loved.

"Tink, what was all the yelling about in your house?" Victor asks concerned.

"Same old stuff," I say as my smile fades.

"I'm sorry boo. Things will get better eventually." Kat says with a warm smile.

I attempt to make a smirk as Victor let go of my hand. Then wrapped his arm around me, I felt secure in his embrace. After a while, we arrived at all school.