Amaya’s mom knew she was different. Everyone knew it.
Amaya was constantly talking to her self, as if someone was there. She would always take a double take, while looking out the window.
Sometimes she would cry with her hands against with her ears, but she would blame it on head aches.
Amaya would scream “Stop yelling at me!” in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping. But she said it was just the dreams.
One time, Amaya’s mom friend once suggested that Amaya could be Schizophrenic, but Amaya’s mom kicked her out before she could even finish.
“There’s no way my daughter is mental! How dare she!! Who does she think is, calling my daughter some… psycho in my own house!!!” Amaya’s mom would yell through out the house.
Amaya sat back and watch.
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The Funeral
Short StoryThat day, she met Him. That day, he left her. That day, everyone mourned over two deaths.
