1995.

Prologue

Have you ever wanted things that have been normalized for you to change? I have for so long. It's like ever since I was born my parents have hated each other. "We're only still together because of Jessica!" Is what their excuse is for being together.

What had happened is that the two had a fling, but then my mom allegedly cheated in 1995 -right before prom, too- and my dad left her, but came back after finding out she was having his child, me. If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't even be together right now. Mom would be in Cincinnati studying science, and dad would be in town, working at the auto factory.

Tonight was another night that they decided to fight again. The sound of something getting thrown across the living room and shattering -most likely another vase- causes me to jump, shivering in my remotely warm room. I pull out my blue phone, slide out the keyboard and text my friend, Sadie. 

"Hey, 'rents are at it again 2nite =[" I press send and wait for Sadie to reply. A few seconds later, I hear a chime. I pick my phone up. "Srry 2 hear. Wht is it abt this time :-( ?" I set my phone down to listen.

 "I told you not to add anchovies. God, Richard, you are so deaf it's not even funny!" My mother shouts. 

I text Sadie, "Something abt anchovies on food, idk." A few seconds later, another text bubble appears. "Srry, I rlly wish I cud do something abt it, but I can't. I gtg, ttyl." I slide my keyboard back and set my phone down with a quiet sigh before peering out my window.

My window is right next to my bed so I can just sit on the edge of it and just stare at the stars. Tonight there are supposed to be shooting stars, so I sit on the edge of my bed and pray. "I wish there was a way to stop them from hating eachother." 

Just then, a shooting star passes by. I stop praying, before crawling under my covers, and getting ready for a deep slumber.