The Gone Town

A Compacted Conflict

I was in my room, laying on the bed, when my sister suddenly erupted in my room like an atomic bomb! I jumped out of my bed, still shaking.

"Hey Jo, guess what!!!"
"What???"
"I am going to be attending the timely high school party with my friends at night!!!"(she added a little squee after that.)
"Well that's great." I said,even though I wasnt happy with her conception.
"Why aren't ya happy?"
"I-I am happy" I said. "What makes you wonder I am not?"
"Pfftt, I don't know...
MaYbE YoUr aTtItUdE" she said. Her face was now looking like a hot tomato.
" Huh..." I sighed. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want you hanging around with those people at night. I don't think that's safe, but anyway, I guess it's not up to me to be judging about your life. You should make your own decisions.
"You know what Jo, you got this one right... For the FiRsT TiMe!"
She stormed out of my room as speedily as earlier. I gave a small chuckle, but a second later, I regretted it.

I scurried down the stairs and joined my family to eat breakfast. She wasn't looking at me at all. There was a plate of avocado toast next to me, so I offered it to Bri. It's her favourite breakfast meal.
"There you go, I don't need it. I'm full already" I said as I proffered it to her.
She completely ignored me.
" Earth to Bri!" I said again.
But then again I am ignored.
I was unable to hold my anger and I just shouted some horrible words to her.
Mom and dad covered their mouth with their hands, but Bri broke to tears and left the table. I didn't want to have food either, so I got up, but my dad made me finish my food before leaving the table. I insisted but let's just say that my dad is more powerful than me. Obviously.

I went to Brianne's room later and apologized to her as well. I can't stand with anyone hating me the whole time. Especially if they were my family.  It took me an hour and a half but it's all for a good reason. I went back to my room and took a deep breath. I layed on my bed thinking about what all just happened in this short while. I also thought about my best friend. I really wanted to call him, but I wasn't sure if he's cured yet.

Later that day, my father took me to Dr. Phil again. This session was really cool. I felt more freedom that I have ever felt. He was also a very good listener. I talked to him about the last few days, and he told me that I was getting more better. This really made me happy. Sooner or later, I hope my wish comes true.

To be a normal teenager.