My parents are fighting again so me and my sister are blasting music but she doesn't know what's happening so I try to keep looking happy so I don't worry her. The yelling was uprising so I open the door a sliver of the way so I see what's happening and my dad throws a vase at my mom and in shock I slowly close the door so they don't know I was watching. It was the vase I bought my mom for Mother's Day. Quickly I grab a pen and paper from my bedside drawer and start writing a note. " dear mom and dad, me and Sarah are at the park down the road so when you guys stop fighting come get us. We will be on the toys. Love Andrew. " After I finish writing the note I put it on my bed and I slowly let Sarah down the window telling her that we are just going to go play at the park. She fell on her ass but she was ok. The window was a few feet off the ground. Sarah moves out of the way for me to step out the window and we slowly start walking to the park as I grasp her hand as tight as I can without hurting her. As soon as we arrived to the park Sarah wanted to go on the swings. As much as I wanted to sit down and think, I couldn't let her be sad in this type of moment so I pick her up put her in the swing and continuously push her. After a few minutes a car pulls up behind us and honks. It was our aunt Stacy here to pick us up. Mom or dad probably called her because they didn't want to pick us up. Right as we get into the car I grab my aunts collar and tell to to not speak a word about what happened at home to Sarah and she drove of in awe.
Our parents fought all the time so Lisa slept with me in my bed most the time so she won't be alone with the animals we have for parents. It made me so happy to see Lisa having fun with our cousins. But it also made me feel sad. My aunt treats her kids so good. Or she treats her kids normal and we were just treated bad so her treatment seems amazing to us. Personally I think the second option makes more sense. I asked my aunt if I could take a shower when we get to her house and my aunt being the best caretaker she said yes and would give me clothes to wear. The whole ride there I was thinking. "I can't wait to back to school."
E/N : if ur reading this early before it's finished then it will have a lot of typos and probably not make sense. 😊
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The Andrew project
RandomA boy named Andrew struggles at home and school is his only way to escape that until one lunch he has enough of the kids being rude so he goes off on them. I just made this story because I saw a tt and it made me think. (this is my first story so it...
