I add the bathroom to the list of things that were wrong with our house. "Dad! There's stuff growing in the tub!" I yell. "Coming," he responds. Seriously, we traded our apartment for this? Dad comes in and notices my bitter expression. "Hey, your mother thought moving here would help with..." his voice trails off. "Help with what?" I snap. "Just say it. The nightmares? The shots? The trauma?" My voice trembles. "Face it, nothing will ever erase it from our minds." Every night, I only thought about that day. "Hey-" he tries to hug me, but I flinch. He sighs.
I storm off to mine and Luna's room, which is basically the basement. "Hey, what happened?" Luna asks. "I can't do this anymore!" I shout. I crumple to the floor, sobbing. I feel small arms wrap around me. "I know," Luna says. "I feel it too." I hear a pop. I clench my hand on Luna's arm. "What was that?!" "It's just bubble wrap," Luna replies, her sad brown-blue eyes looking into mine. "Mom's unpacking." I relax my grip on her arm. "Sorry," I say. "We're all on edge," Luna says. "It was only a few months ago."
I look down at her. "You shouldn't have had to grow up this fast," I say. "Are you calling me old?" Luna asks. I laugh, momentarily cured. "You should that more often," she says. "Do what?" I ask. "Smile," she replies. "It suits you." I sigh. Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.
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Crystal Skies
Teen FictionA group of friends explore the ups and downs of middle school. They learn a lot about themselves, and each other. Young love is inevitable. On the other side, there is a small knit, close group of high schoolers struggling through the days with only...
