Mickey

Chapter 0 - All burnt out

Mikayla:

"I'm sick of this! I can't take it, everything I do ends up being either over-appreciated or undermined!" I scream furious. Why was I angry? I didn't quite know. Who was the cause of this? I was.

My eyes darkened at the thought, what had happened? I used to be so happy and full of life at being the best I could be.... getting distinctions since I was in elementary school. But Berenice was getting a tad depressing and I needed to breathe, what could I do? RUN AWAY. That voice in my head was so loud it was unbearable, either way I loved the idea.

"Mickey you're sixteen, where would you go and you would worry your parents." Minkabh says, I'd almost forgotten our connection."You'd worry me." He says putting the magazine down, a look of concern appearing across his face.

"Okay... I will stop thinking about it. For you, for now"
I left for dinner downstairs, our home was quite small for one with two floors. We had wooden floors in the whole house except for our rooms and bathroom. Our walls made with what seemed to me like dried mud bricks, I laughed at how I loved to hate it. All our furniture was made of either wood or stone and I took a liking to it, I was that type of strange child. You haven't appreciated much of it since last week, I thought to myself. "Cyril could you please pass me water?" My mom had invited the Tahans' over for dinner, Mrs. Tahan had just given birth so she had prepared Fatta, and for inexplicable reasons added a little too much hot spice. "Eat child!" Minkabh gently prods me. Dinner concludes and the Tahans' leave in laughter.

Now for a hot bath.

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Hi, I don't think much are reading this... this is a personal story and its taking a lot from me to write it. Enjoy the story and pardon my lack of detailed knowledge of most of the facts in my story. Please excuse this.

Again enjoy.
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