Ugh! Dad do I have to go to another high school? I protested as I crossed my arms across my chest. He was only sitting on the counter filling up some paper work. He never had time for me. I miss my mom. We would actually be doing some thing FUN right now . But ever since her lost my ad as been half a heart without her and so have I but it bugs me how my dad doesn't even talk to me. When ever he does its hard to keep the conversation going. He reminds me of a turtle he never goes out to see the world. He is always miserable and barely speaks.

"of course! It's closer to my job and I'm NEVER going to be late!" He yelled at me. My eyes began to get watery an I tried as hard as I could to hold back my tears. He didn't care about my feelings he only cared about him self! He didn't give a fuck about how much I cried or missed my friends. I ran up stairs and locked the door behind me. I fell on my bed and cried harder letting it all out. I watched the rain hit my window and it brought me memories of my mom back making me burst even more into tears but I just birdied my head in my pillow.

On days like these my mom and I would go outside run around in the rain not caring how must we get after all the fun she always kept a smile on my face and she was like a best friend to me! I love her and I will never forget our precious moments we spend together.

That's it I could take it anymore. I sat straight up in my bed not caring how stained or puffy my eyes and cheeks where from crying. I opened the window and slowly got out by the tree house me and my mom built and we always hung out in there. When I wasn't so far from the ground I land on my feet splashing into mud but I couldn't care less about my shoes.


I ran as fast as I could crossed the streets and slowed down when I saw my moms Grace stone. Finally I was on my Knees facing the area her dead body was at. " Mom...I miss you.....I need you....I love you" I said as my hands supported my head and I began crying again. I started thee for half and our soaking wet. Then I got up and walked down as the rain drops washed away some mud. I walked with my head down facing the ground. And then I suddenly feel the rain stop. What? I am not getting wet but I could still hear the rain. That's when I notice a shadow. I turned around and saw a guy with a smile. His green eyes where beautiful .


His shaft messy hair, his dimples. I quickly turned around and began to run back home. I don't know why but I just had to. " wait come back! I want to help you!" He yelled over the rain loud enough for me to hear.



I'm not gonna stop running I just want to be alone in my moms arms.hugging her .watching loony toons

I went in my tree house and luckily I had some cloth there and a towel. All the mud was gone so I could just dry my self and put on my comfortable cloth. I would take a shower but I want to be alone




I don't want to be with my dad. I'm mad at him and I just want to be alone pretending my mom is here with me fight now comforting me.






Slowly my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep and dream about when my family was all alive and every one was happy and together.




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I woke up to the birds chirping on my tree perching on my tree branch.


I get up and climb out of the tree house hoping my dad is still asleep.

I open the door and then lock it behind me."Amanda? Is that you?" I heard my dad say form the kitchen. Shit .i am dead

" um...hey dad what's up" I said trying to ho my smile.

"Did you sleep in the tree house again?" My dad asked and then brought the cup of yea to his mouth.


"Yea." I replied softly

" oh okay?" He said
"what you have a problem with it?" I asked

" no not at all I just got worried"he said

" wow! My dad was worried about me! I feel so special" I said in a sarcastic girly voice. I wanted to make him mad.


"Amanda follow me NOW!" He shouted at me
shit. I probably shouldn't have done that.



I followed him upstairs to his room. He walked up to the closet and started searching for something .then he turned around with a gun in his hand....

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