The Bittersweet Melody, By McKayla R.

The Bittersweet Melody

McKayla R.

This past summer was a bittersweet melody. So many things that happened, that at the time I thought I would never escape. I thought my life was over. Nothing would ever be the same.

However, I was wrong. Everything that happened was a total God-thing. And sure, it was terrible in the fire, but now 4 months later, I have learned so much about myself and have built my testimony even further.

My story starts in November. At the time my dad “volunteered” at the school I was attending. Meaning he was really active with the school, just didn’t get paid. One day the school had a board meeting, and they made a decision to “fire” him. It would have been okay. Not a huge deal. Except for the fact that he was the advisor for one of the biggest clubs. At the next club meeting, it was me, my mom, my friend, her dad, and some of the members of the club’s parents. The school sent a representative to the meeting to state why my dad was fired. He was:

A) Not respectful of the principle
B) Didn’t pray before meetings (Christian school)
C) He was radical.

The representative said a lot of other things, but that is the summed up version.

I couldn’t take it. For the rest of that semester and into January, I refused to do school work, or even remotely seem like I cared. The once straight A student quickly resolved to Ds and Fs.

My mother was also working at the school and had access to all the grades. One Monday near the beginning of February, she saw my grades, and pulled me out of the only school I had ever been in.

On February 13th, I started my very first public school. I quickly had friends and was considered “popular”. However I was battling my own inner demons.

After I had stopped going to the church my best friend did, the only form of communication we had through text. One night we were talking and one of mentioned how bad it was at home. Someone was fighting or something, I can’t even remember. However that one simple text started it all. We both began to use very “grown-up” curse words. We were depressed, very dark little girls. We even went so far as to create a joint instagram account that included things like cutting, suicide, and pornography.

On a Friday night, I was talking to the girl. More of the choice words and issues. We had planned for me to go over to her house the next day. I left my room for something, and when I came back, my mom was sitting on my bed with my phone in her hands and tears in her eyes. I had been caught by the most important person in my life doing things that were terrible.

For about a month after that day, our household had so much tension in the air, you could cut it with a butter knife. All my mom did was cry and I think my dad was at a major crossroad in where we stood as a family. It was awful.

Eventually it got better. My mom started to trust me more, my dad and me have a much closer relationship, and I have matured so much!

I don’t really know where to end this, because the story is still going on. Every second of everyday just adds to this, because this isn’t something that just ends. As you sit there reading and I sit here writing, this snapshot of my life is being continued.