Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm sick, so I didn't have any energy to go to the computer, and type.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, SO STOP TRYING TO!" I yelled.
"You do not speak to me that way, go to the principal's office, and come back when you have a sense of respect."
I walked into the classroom, and grabbed my bag.
"Don't count on it."
They don't get it, they don't know how it feels to see someone die right before your eyes.
Its the day of the funeral, I wasn't even supposed to come to school. This is the third time I've yelled at a teacher. Now, I'm in the principal's office, not paying attention to a single word she's saying. "Ms. DAWSON!"
"What?" I snapped.
"Your behavior is out of line I'm calling your sister."
"Go ahead."
She dialed the numbers, and sent me out the room, because it was a "private" conversation with my sister.
About twenty minutes later, my sister, walked through the door.
"Come on." She said.
We walked out of the school, and got into our car and drove home.
When we got inside, I walked towards the kitchen. This is where I found her. We got the tile changed.
Kayla moved me from the kitchen, and we got changed for the funeral.
Everything is haunting me. My mother's death, the murderer's face. Its all I see when I close my eyes.
His face, his sickeningly twisted brown eyes, his dark hair that flops over his eyes. I don't know why he did it, he ran out as soon as I saw him.
FLASHBACK:
After a long day at school, I finally get to spend some time with my mom.
I inserted the key, and opened the front door, I walked into the kitchen to see something absolutely horrifying, right before my eyes.
My mother, on the ground, knife and all. I made complete eye contact with him. Dallas.
He quickly ran off, I was going to follow, but I stayed by my mother's side.
"YOU COWARD!" I yelled.
I grabbed my shirt, and pulled the knife out of my mom's stomach.
"You're going to be okay, you're going to be okay."
But it wasn't going to be okay, the life began fading from her eyes, and skin became sickly pale, and just like that. She was gone.
We were at the funeral. When we finally buried my mother. I see his face, wherever I look, he's there.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned around, and immediately everything darkened.
"What do you want?"
"Your forgiveness."
I scoffed. "You're kidding right? You think you can waltz into here, and ask for redemption, and you think we'll just let you come here with open arms. Don't flatter yourself. For all I care you can rot in hell!"
He grew angry. "I try to come back, and ask for forgiveness, and this is the thanks I get!"
"Thanks? Are you kidding me? I watched you kill her! Every time I close my eyes, I see her death, I see you. You ruined my life. I don't want to see you again."
"You little-"
Two arms held him back. It was the guard. He put him in the patrol car, and drove off.
REALITY:
Now I'm in this stupid camp for troubled kids.
Great, my life is just about to get worse. Woo-hoo, extra hoo.
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