When Bridgett got home, her mother was waiting right behind the door. "Gah!" Bridgett hopped in surprise. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"

"Waiting for my beautiful daughter to come home." Her mother smiled and patted her daughter on the head.

"Mom STOP. I don't understand what the heck you're doing." She pushed her mother's hand off her head and stomped down the hall.

"Cheerleading tryouts go that badly baby?"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" And with that, Bridgett slammed the door causing her mother to visibly jump into the air. Inside her room Bridgett curled up into a lump. She wasn't even in her bed, rather, on the floor. Why was she so useless? Why couldn't she do anything right. She didn't understand. Nobody did. Not her. Not her mother. Bridgett just assumed she was going to be assigned to her own miserable fate forever. So, she did what any teenage girl would do in this situation, she fell asleep.

Yeah yeah I know what you're all thinking. She's pathetic right? Well... I hate to burst your hope bubble but we all KNOW it has to get worse. Toot toooot! The Drama Train is coming through! Make way! Make way!

When Bridgett woke up from her sleep, she had hair in her mouth. For some reason, the media always portrays sleeping people as beautiful, but more often than not, they wake up in some sort of uncomfortable and not beautiful fashion. That's how Bridgett felt when she caught sight of herself in her little pink shirt in her big pink mirror. She climbed up onto her bed and stared at herself. Her bright blue eyes stared back at her telling her that she wasn't broken yet. That she could keep going if only she had the willpower to do so. She walked closer to the mirror, picking up a hairbrush on her way and brushed. Her eyes never breaking contact with their reflected counterpart. "I can do this," she told herself. "I absolutely can. I can be just as good as everyone else." The words made her feel sick to her stomach, but she didn't allow herself to look away.

"Bridgett?" Her mother knocked on the door.

"Oh what now?" Bridgett retorted, the annoyance oozing from her breath.

"I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You came home pretty mad and it's been three hours now." The voice was concerned causing Bridgett to soften a little.

"I'm fine mom. Just didn't feel like cheerleading was my thing." Bridgett shuddered as she thought back to tryouts, only a few hours back and it hurt. Badly.

"Oh... ok." There was a long pause. "Well... how about maybe... getting a job this summer?" She sounded so hopeful that Bridgett couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Oh mom do I have to?"

"I think you need to get out of the house for your own good Bridgett. You've gotta see the world some day. Living in your room forever isn't an option. I saw Starbucks is hiring and I know how much you love your coffee."

"Oh mommy," Bridgett groaned. "What are you trying to do to me? Turn me into some sort of cliche white girl from a wattpad teen fic romance novel?"

Maybe... 

A/n

Hi guys day 3 we did it!!! So here's my plan for this story. I'm writing 500 words a day. I want 50,000 so I'll just write 500 a day for 100 days and have my word count!!! Then I'll edit this story down to a reasonable number of chapters! Thank you for all the support so far! @Jeisuin is working on a cover for me (tysmm) so that will be out soon! Don't forget to vote and comment!