Fresh Beats and McKenzies

I slammed my fist on the washer. Not working again. "Sh*t..." I muttered, and kicked the machine.
Nothing.
I kicked the machine again and picked up the flower vase from the shelf. I threw it forcefully to the floor, and it shattered into a million pieces.
A million. Useless. Pieces.
"Brennie.. calm down.." My sister, Ashlie said.
"I'm sorry, Ash.. I just.. I can't stand living like this." I said, looking down.
"Well.. there is one more option.." She said, looking directly at me.
What?
"What do you mean?"
"Well.." she said. "You could go to school, study something you love."
What do I love?
"Well... there's one thing.. remember back in Middle school? We said we wanted to go to..." I said.
"... Music school?" Ashlie asked.
"Correctomundo." I said.
"Music school it is." She said, smiling.
"Let's get out of this sh*thole!" I exclaimed, going to my room.
My life will be back on track soon!
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I checked every little hiding spot I hid my emergency cash in. I opened my piggy bank, ATM bank, smashed open my jar, and by then, had about 674 dollars.
Hours later, we were by the