Chapter 6

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We stared at each other for a while without saying a word. Finally I worked up the courage to say something.

"Hi" I whispered.

They didn't say anything back. They just looked at me. They looked horrified.

This was a bad idea. Why had I decided to see them after all these years?

I knew why.

I thought they had changed. I thought that they would be loving parents and say, "Come here my darling. We love you very much and are so so sorry."

But that didn't happen.

They just stared at me.

They were bad parents.

Good parents were supposed to take care of you, not ignore you for ten years. Good parents were supposed to love you, not leave you in the dust and expect you to survive on your own.

After all these years this was the first time that I realized that my parents were terrible.

I hated them. For everything they did to me.

For not acting how parents should act.

I stormed out of the room.

A little tiny part of of me thought they would coming running after me and apologize, but of course they didn't.

Hot tears streamed down my face and onto my T-shirt.

I needed to get away. From my parents. From my life.

I ran to my room and grabbed the tennis ball, freeze, and my racket.

I took the ball in my hand and tossed it up.

Doing what I had done earlier I whispered, "Freeze" right before I hit the ball.

The ball bounced off the wall and landed on my bed.

I picked it up and took the racket with me.

To make sure I had froze everyone I ran outside and took a look at the street.

Sure enough everyone who was walking was now frozen.

Had I over reacted?

I didn't care if I had. Besides, it was too late to reverse what I had done.

So with that in mind I stormed out of my neighborhood.

I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care.

Anywhere was better than here.

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