I sat in the corner quivering at the sight. My dad was now dangling from the ceiling in the living room being inspected. My mom had shut everything out she wouldn't even talk to me. She was in her own happy place, while I was searching for mine. I couldn't take it anymore I flung stuff around the room violently, searching for a reason. A reason not to be depressed, but I couldn't think of a single one. Six Months Later I sat in the classroom tapping my pencil on my desk, wishing somebody anybody would just say a word. "Miss Seabrooks I would appreciate it if you'd stop tapping your pencil on your desk," Mrs. Chi said in her high nasally voice. "Sorry," I said quietly. Relieved that somebody finally said SOMETHING, even if it was Mrs.Chi. "Sorry I'm late," Said a curly haired boy now standing in the doorway. "It's quite alright Mr. Styles, just don't do it again," said Mrs. Chi, with a smile on her face. The fuck? She doesn't let anyone else off the hook like that. I thought quietly. The curly haired boy winked as he walked by. I rolled my eyes in response, I can tell this one's gonna be trouble.