The Fight
My mum asks me again"34 squared"
"I DONT KNOW!" I scream for what seems like the one thousandth time. She glares at me angrily like she's about to slap me. Thats what I wish she did. Instead she DOES slap me. I scream in my, though 15 years old, high pitched voice. My mum and I have never gotten along. Not after dad died.
I hate being homeschooled I want to go to a real school with actual friends. Everyday, when my mum isn't schooling me. I'm in my room sitting down on the floor, my head in my knees, crying until my eyes hurts, and sometimes longer.
I touch my cheek. It hurts more than anything I've ever felt before. I can feel my tears on my face. Suddenly my mums expression turns sad. She puts her hand on my cheek. I slap her hand off violently.
"How dare y-"
"I WANT TO GO TO A REAL SCHOOL!" I blurt out.
I expect another slap on the cheek and an insult.
But I instead I get something different. My mum just stands there. We are both silent.
After what seems like forever mum says, "ok"
Then she turns away and walks quickly to her room.
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"Go away Anna"
"Ok byee.."
Hang in there, Joan!
"Do you have to go?"
"You'll be fine, Elsa."
(sad music plays in background parents are leaving and then they DIE!! )
"I'm scared, it's getting stronger!"
"Getting upset only makes it worse, calm down" *steps toward Elsa*
"No! I don't wanna hurt you!"