My name is Miami, Miami Lee. I am just like any normal human being. I am an eighteen year old senior attending Yellow Lake High. I am emotionless, and confused with just about anything or everything. I am also an over-thinker and a caring friend. I am like a sanctuary because your secrets will be forever safe with me, and will not leave my mouth. The hair upon my head is a light brown, curly ringlet hair with blond highlights. Freckles spread across my nose and tan cheeks. My eyes are almond round and crystal blue, with a tint of hazel by the pupil in my eye. A layer of mascara is applied to my long, luscious eyelashes. As much as I do not want to admit, I am a pretty flawless young lady. Not a scar or blemish can be seen on my body.
Let me tell you a little about me. I hate school, and I have two really good friends, Kendra and Abigail. I am a neat, organized person; everything has to be done a certain way.  I do not have much of a family. I have no brothers or sisters or pets. I am an only child. My mom, Kylie, is usually gone and out of the house due to her job. My dad, Kyle, is home more often; he works in town. The relationship between my dad and I isn’t necessarily ideal though; not like a normal father-daughter relationship. We all live in our two bedroom apartment. It is very simple, and clean. We Lee’s hate having to be in dirty surroundings. You walk in the door of our apartment and a black, leather couch sits right in front of you. In front of the leather couch sits a brown coffee table with an ivory lace table runner; not a speck of dust or a stain from a glass can be found upon the stained wood. Directly to the left is the kitchen. When my mom is home, the kitchen receives a great amount of attention. Somehow it remains spotless throughout all of the use it obtains. If you were to walk down a recently vacuumed hallway off of the kitchen you would be at my bedroom, and then my parents. The aroma of Lysol, Windex, and other cleaning supplies fill the air.
Lately, I’ve been having a hard time with life. I feel as I just need to escape, and be free. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I just want others to know my secret, and to stop judging me on my choices. I’m not necessarily depressed, or suicidal; it just becomes frustrating. The only human beings on this earth who actually understand me are my close friends Kendra and Abigail. It can get very frustrating when two people in this whole world are the only ones who truly understand me; not even my parents know who I truly am. I cannot be open with them either, or they will judge me. Seeing how people treat others on a daily basis really makes me annoyed too. I don’t understand why everyone can’t just be nice to others and just be happy. Why? Is it so hard just to keep the harsh comments to yourself, and unnecessary actions in thoughts in your mind? Why can’t everyone just treat others with respect; you don’t know what they have been through. Why? I just don’t understand.
My day started like any other normal day. I woke up at seven in hope to get to school in time, and completed my daily routine; shower, make-up, dress, put on heart bracelet, grab food, grab keys, out the door. The heart bracelet I wear is one that my grandma gave me. There are six hearts intertwined on the silver object. She told me that I should have at least six things in my life that I love. As of right now I have:  my Grandma, Mom, Dad, Kendra, and Abigail. I am still looking for the last thing that I love.
  Once I arrive at school I go directly to my pale-green, dented locker to grab my supplies for class to place in my backpack. Off I went to my first hour class, calculus, with Mr. Hauge. I walked into the classroom as the bell rang to be seated and ready to learn in the classroom. I trudged my way to my seat; the corner spot in the last row. Since I do not like to socialize with other human beings, this spot is just right for me.  First thing that we did in that class was take our homework out to be checked in for a completion grade. Mr. Hauge then proceeded to walk around the classroom to make sure all of our homework is finished thoroughly for credit. Next he set the wooden brown clipboard he was carrying around with his checklist down on his cluttered desk.
I did not want to be here right now, I had too many thoughts prancing through my mind. I could not manage to pay attention to Mr. Hauge at all. Soon enough calculus ended, and then I advanced on to my other classes of the day—AP psychology, human anatomy, AP lit, Spanish, and a few study halls. I crave for this day to end. I’m getting very annoyed easily, and I do not know why. In a matter of time the school day has come to an end. I walk back to my locker to grab any homework I have for the next day. When I shut my locker, Kendra met me with a smile.
“How was your school day?” She questions me.
I managed to give her a blank stare, and shrugged. “Same old same old,” I replied. “How was yours?”
“Same. Any of my teachers were not kind with homework today. I have soo much it’s unreal. Do you?”
“I have a good amount, not terribly a lot though. I should probably get going; my dad wants me home right after school.”
“Miami, you hate your dad. I don’t even know why you still listen to him. He did an absolutely horrendous thing to you, and what did you do to deserve that? Huh? HUH? Exactly, nothing at all.”
“Yes Kendra, I know. Just think of what may happen though if I am not home on time. I don’t want to imagine what could happen. Plus, that was when I was little, I’m grown up now, I would doubt he would try and do anything. Plus, he’s my dad; as much as I hate him I love him. You also know he’s very strict with me too. Bye Kendra, I hope you have a lovely night, good bye,” I said as I waved and left her presence.
“Goodbye Miami!” Kendra shouted.
I proceeded to the door to my 2007 black Honda Accord, waiting in the parking lot for me. As I pushed through the doors, a cold burst of wind blew on me. It was November in Minnesota; the cold was creeping its way in. I walk to my car with my eyes on the ground, watching where I was going. I did not want to make eye contact with anyone in the parking lot whether I knew them or not. I do not like people. As I see my car in sight I pick up my pace. In a matter of seconds I sit happily in my car. I turn the key to the ignition, and commute home.
I get home and go directly to my room as always. I pull the chair out from underneath the wooden desk, and take a seat in the black office chair. I pull out the most challenging homework first, just to get it over with. I start my several hours’ long misery. Half way through completing AP psychology, I find myself starting at the plain ivory wall in front of my tired face. I think to myself why no one ever wants to get to know me. I wonder if it’s because I never start conversation with others. I am truly a nice, caring person, it’s just that I am socially awkward and cannot start conversations to save my life. People probably think that I am one of the weirdest human beings on earth, and in all honesty I do not mind it all that much. I embrace that fact. I would love to know what others think of me though, because the curiosity inside of my kills me sometimes. My thoughts were then interrupted from my dad hollering my name from the kitchen.
“Miami! Come here!” He yelled.
“Coming! Let me finish this problem.” I replied. I was wondering what he had to say to me I pondered as I finished the problem I was on:  about the human brain. I set down my pencil, and pushed my chair out from underneath me. The heart bracelet that I wear on my wrist slips down my wrist a little bit. I opened my door to see my dad staring in my direction from the kitchen. I walked out and stared back at him gripping the carpet between my toes with every step to the kitchen.
“Why do I see you were marked absent sixth hour today?” Questioned my dad.
“I don’t know, Ms. Ellen must have not seen me in my seat, it’s not the first time this has happened. I’ll just talk to her tomorrow, and everything will be A-Okay.”
“That is unacceptable behavior Ms. Lee. You need to cut this out.” He said sternly.
I nodded and turned for my room. I am more frustrated than ever right now. I cannot believe he has no trust in me, and plus he knows that I am not the talkative type. Why does nobody understand me? I am getting very annoyed by the fact that no one wants to actually get to know me. I’m honestly not a bad person; I just don’t like starting the conversation first. I don’t “get life”; I don’t even want to take another step on this planet anymore. I stopped as I took a step into my room. I looked around for my coat, hat, and fuzzy black mittens. I was going to go on a walk; I needed to get out of this claustrophobic house. I do not enjoy it here. I grabbed my belongings, put them on, and started toward the cherry oak front door. As I gripped the brass doorknob, I shouted “Going for a walk!” As I walked out the door, a blast of cold air blew at me immediately, sending a shiver down my spine.
The night was cold, but bearable. Around me I could hear the sounds of cars driving past, and dog’s howls. The outside smelled like fall; a dead leaf smell filled the air. As I walked I kept my head down for the most part to avoid any possible occurrences of making eye contact with others that walked in the opposite direction of me. The thoughts of today started to fill my mind. I don’t think I could hate my life any more than what I was feeling now. My thoughts were interrupted: 
“Hey you, in the blue coat, come here.” Said a man who looked like he was in college. He was acquainted with another man that looked to be the same age as him. With how much I cared about everything right now, I slowly walked over to the two men.
“Um, hi? Do you guys need something?” I questioned.
“You look like you need to relax; you look stressed.”
“What are you talking about? I’m just taking a walk? Is that such a bad thing to do now-a-days?”
“Well, considering it’s getting late, and its cold, yes. I think I know of something that might help you feel better.”
He grabbed the brown paper bag from his friend who was not saying a word. He then preceded to hand it to me. When I gripped the bag it felt as if there was a bottle with a liquid substance inside. Since I watch Netflix way to often, I can assume what is in the brown paper lunch bag.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” I said quietly, staring at the man with a blank face, feeling for my heart bracelet to make sure it was still on my wrist.
“Take a sip, it’ll help you out.” Answered the man.
“Oh, well thank you for trying to help, I think I’m good though.” I handed the paper bag back to the man. “I hope you two have a wonderful night, thanks for your help again.”
“No problem.” They both responded as one of them took a sip. “We’ll be right here if you change your mind.”
I started to walk away. Was I really showing that I’m not happy right now? I don’t get it. Maybe that man has just been through something like what I’ve been through before. Golly. Once I graduate from this crap hole I am out of here. I need a new start. Maybe sunny California is calling my name, or Louisiana.
I walked into my house. It was around 7:45 p.m. My dad was sitting on the couch. Without saying a word I walked directly to my room. I stripped from my coat, hat, and mittens. I sat down at my desk to finish my homework. I can hear the door to my dad’s room slam in the background, but I do not care all that much right now. I ponder how my mother is right now, considering she has not called home tonight from her business trip she is on. On the other hand, I have one more question left in calculus. Then my homework consisting of AP psychology and calculus will be completed.
I finish my calculus, and walk to the black, fuzzy chair in my room. I sat down slowly, then realizing that I forgot to grab the remote sitting on the white night stand by my unmade queen bed. I now have to get up, and walk all the way over there. Oh well. I stood back up, and made my walk of shame over to the night stand, and then dashed back to my seat. I turned on the TV to watch the nightly news. The head story was about some school shooting in Alabama. Then a little segment of the weather came on, followed by a sneak-peak of what will be covered in tonight’s news.
Sitting in that moment of silence as the broadcast went to commercial, I started to realize that the life I live is not all that bad after all. Yes, my dad may have raped me when I was little, when my mother was on one of her business trips, and that’s a scar I will always have, but my life was not all that terrible. I have two great friends that I can talk to, and treat me well. I have the three basic needs: food, shelter and water. I should be thankful for what I have. Others are not as lucky as I am. Some are out in the cold, with no warm coat, or shelter. I at least have those in order to survive. I should start to think positively, my life could be a whole lot worse. I should not take the things I have for granted.
I shut off the television, and throw on some fuzzy shorts and a plain white t-shirt. I walk to the small blue bathroom to brush my teeth. I then go back to my dull room, and place myself underneath my yellow and black covers. I think to myself that I could have finally have figured out what my sixth heart on my bracelet is; the life I live. I have finally figured out my six things I love; what my grandmother had told me to do. A warm sensation fills my empty stomach, and a smile appears on my face. As I start to doze off, I start to think that my life truly does not suck all that much. I should not take the little things for granted; I was then fast asleep.