get over it

she got into the car

"WOW! you're so fat!"

she hurriedly placed her bag on top of her legs to try to hide her thighs

"you should really stop eating you know. once you gain weight you can never lose it again"

she looked out the window and tried to block out her mother's nagging voice

it's my choice what i want to look like.

do you get embarrassed that you have a fat daughter?

she got home from school and started practicing piano

"why do you only play those 6 songs every time you practice! play something else"

she rolled her eyes and banged extra loudly in the loud sections of the piece  

didn't her mother know how important those 6 pieces were?

those 6 pieces were 1/12th of what determined her life

they were what she were to play for her HSC

"clean it up!, i get a headache from looking at your room" 
she sighed and continued doing her homework 

you're the one who wanted to look.

don't look if you get a headache from looking.

no one forced you to look

"why are you using the computer, stop playing games"

"don't you have any work to do? you're classes are no longer divided into selective and non-selective right? you should study even more then"

"stop playing on the computer and go study"

she rolled her eyes and ignored her

sometimes she wished she had her brother's brain

he was the one blessed with all the academic genes 

just because i turned on the computer doesn't mean that i'm playing games

i'm fucking researching for god's sake