Wishes

By, Manjome White Thunder

The small blonde boy hid behind the door of his room. He big dark blue eyes looked frightened as he peeked out to see his parents still yelling at each other. He wished they wouldn't be so loud. Maybe then he would be able to sleep, and not feel so scared. He wasn't exactly sure what his parents where fighting about, but he heard his name occasionally.

My name sounds so horrible, I wish they wouldn't use it they way they do. It's horrible to hear the name 'Max' all the time the way they use it, in such angry ways. It suppose to make people smile when they heard it, it was such a playful sounding name. People shouldn't be yelling it, or fighting over it, like it was just a name.

An eight year old boy shouldn't be opened to all of this yelling and fighting. He's much too young for you to be worrying him with your fighting. That's what most said, but they didn't care, if they really cared, they'd stop his parents, stop them from using his name. No one had ever thought of that. But then again, they never really thought of him.

"Max, go to your room and shut the door!" Max quickly shut his door; his mother scared him, especially when she used his name. He could hear his dad telling her not to yell at me like that. My dad is a lot nicer then my mom, I wished she'd act more like him. They've gotten quieter; they must've gone into the kitchen.

I wish mommy wouldn't threaten to leave, or use that word 'Divorce' so often. They don't care that it scares me, no one cares. They think I don't know what that word means. They're wrong, I've known what it meant for awhile, ever since mommy used it the first time at least.

I wish mommy wouldn't slam doors so loudly, what if she breaks one, or if the neighbors hear? Though they probley hear my parents all the time, they don't care though, they just ignore it. I don't like my neighbors. My parents like them though, I don't know why, they're mean. I hope they don't come over for dinner any time soon, since they love my daddies cooking. I love it too, it's probley the only thing we agree with. But what do I care, they're adults and I'm a kid.

I wish daddy wouldn't yell, he never yells. I think his yelling is the thing that scares me the most when they're fighting. I'm used to mommy yelling, but not daddy. None of my friends like to come over to my house because of mommy, since she's usually not in a good mood. They like daddy though, because they've never heard him yell. I'm glad they haven't.

I have told my friends what I think a lot of times. But like always, they just stare back at me with their glassy black eyes. I wish they'd answer me, it's to bad they can't. My mommy tells me my friends should be thrown out, but daddy won't let her get rid of them. I'm glad, they're the only friends I have that don't laugh at me, or tease me. They don't tell me that my parents are going to get divorced, and get rid of me. They aren't like my friends at school.

I've noticed when I talk to my friends, that live here in my room with me, that all of the things I talk about, are either just what I don't like, or pathetic and worthless wishes. Mommy tells me all the time that wishes don't mean anything. She says only babies believe in wishes. I told her was a baby, and went to my room before she could yell at me. It was a mistake, because then she started to yell at daddy. And it was my fault.

I wish my parents would stop fighting. It's scaring me.

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