Another fight, god it seems like that's all my parents do.
Yelling and cussing and watching your father hit your mothee. Is not exactly something an 8 year old should see.
With a sigh, I changed out of my old pink hello kitty pajamas. And into my favorite red dress with spaghetti straps and ruffled at the bottom with cherry patterns.
Brushing out my tangley brown hair, I put on a white head band and slip on a pair of white sandles.
Walking out of my room, I can still hear mom and dad yelling down the hall.
"Why do you stay out all night Maury?! You leave me and you're daughter here alone! And for what? To peruse that damn acting career of yours?!" mom yells.
"Shut your damn mouth! I don't see you getting off your ass to do anything to support our family you dumb bitch!"
Shaking my head, I make my way out the front door.
Leaving our small apartment complex, I walked a few blocks over to my favorite place. Gotham's children's park.
It's really fun here, the playground is colorful and really big and fun to climb.
The slides are high and are super fast when you go down. But my favorite part is the swings, because I can swing all by myself and I can just let the wind flow through my hair. And make all sadness that I feel at home just go away.
I skipped over happily to them and couldn't wait to start swinging.
But the next thing I knew, someone shoved me and I fell hard on the ground.
"Watch it you stupid little kid!"said a boy who was much older than me. He was tall, had slicked back brown hair dressed in a black jacket in jeans.
He was hanging out on the swings with a few other boys who started smoking those awful smelling sticks that my dad sometimes smokes.
I quickly got up and ran away from the boys.
Before I could look at them I could feel the bottom of my hand and my right knee bleeding.
I sat down on a park bench and looked over my cuts. The bright red blood scared me and I could feel my lip trembling.
"Oh my gosh what happened to you?' I heard someone ask as they sat next to me.
Through tear filled eyes I looked up to see that it was another boy. He didnt look anything like the other ones.
He was much skinnier, pale, green eyes and dressed in Jean's and a long brown sleeved shirt.
"..That boy pushed me down" I said in a soft shy voice.
" Oh screw him,You're bleeding, here have a bandaid" he said reaching into his pocket and placing two bandages over my cuts.
"T-thank you" I said through sniffles.
"Hey, don't cry. You're gonna be okay' he said with a smile.
Wiping my tears away, I gave him a smile back.
"Thank you..what's your name? Mines Jenna."
"Hi Jenna, I'm Arthur.'