Dark Secrets

Twelve grade was finally over. No more stupid teacher, no more dumb people doing retarded things during class, no more school. This was my first day of summer and I had a plan of what I wanted to do. All of my friends were telling me goodbye with some tears, which I didn't understand because I was going to see them, and I walked home. As I was walking home, I pulled out my phone to listen to some music. Girls at my school had a thing for 'the cool people' but not the other bands. My life growing was not interesting single, not tall, blonde with natural brown highlights, hazel eyes and good grades, not the best but still did better than some people. I never had a boyfriend in my life but by the way boys treats their girls, I wanted that. The 'I love you', 'Babe', and other the little things like that I wanted that but no one from my school. I had best guy friends and say to me just as friends but I guess they could be my "boyfriends" since girl fell for them and ask me why I wasn't dating them, I told them that were just friends, they rolled their eyes with a laugh. I was a cheerleader and in movies cheerleaders always had guy, not me I was different from all the rest. I had rules and I hated when guys watched me when I cheered. All they did was looked at the ass with smile. Boys were fucking dumb.
I walked up to my little house, I had a feeling that something was up to no good. My house wasn't the nicest or the biggest. It was a two story house with a basement, two bathrooms, four bedrooms, dinning area, and a porch. The building was made out of red bricks and the porch was oak wood. It may have looked nice on the outside but the inside was a terrible wreck.
I opened up the door to the house and once again my mother and dad was fighting with each other. My mom had a picture in her hand, crying while my dad stood five feet away yelling with his hands balled up in a fist. This was a normal life for me.
I quietly walked to my room so my parents wouldn't notice me and shut the door to ignore the sound of the fight. I put my bag on my bed, organized my pictures from this year and got on my computer. I wished something would happen to me so I could get out of this place.
As I was playing on my computer, I heard a loud crash with a scream that followed. Loud foot steps came up to my door and right then I knew that I needed to hide. I grabbed all of my clothes, my items that I wanted to keep, pictures, my computer, everything else that I had put them in my bag and hid. I climbed into my closet that had a hidden room with a window, climbed out of the window just when dad walked into my room.
I dropped my bags to the ground outside then myself as I began to walk my journey to a new start.

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