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My mom called me down for dinner. I quickly rushed to pack it all away and stormed down to the dining room. Mom made pancakes and Bolognese. My sister's favourite. I sat down next to my sister, and we all dug into our food.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Bang.
The forks and knives made loud noises while hitting the plate.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
BANG!
"Could you throw your utensils any louder?!" Both me and my sister jumped as she yelled. The silence was loud.
"That wasn't me!" I raised my voice. Mistake number 1.
"Excuse me, I have eyes and ears, which means I know exactly who did it!"
Why are you fighting about this?
My sister Frankie had slipped out of this situation to her room. "You know what? Just go to your room!" As I ran upstairs, my chest tightened with frustration. Why does she always explode like that? Why does everything feel so heavy here? I just wanted peace, but even in my room, the silence weighed on me like a brick.
Why Does
She Hate
Me!!!
A loud creak erupted from my closet door. I turned around and tried to find any broken pieces or reasons why it was creaking so loudly. A little hole at the bottom and something inside. I wobbled my finger until something finally slipped out. A picture. A....picture..?
On the back was writing saying 'class of 89' and on the front was an entire class of people. I saw some pictures of my dad when he was young, so I knew instantly who it was. His hair was swung to the side in an 80s type of style. I shook my head and picked up my journal, put it in one of the pages that I hadn't used yet and stood up from my cold floor. A sudden buzz made me jump. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw a message from Penelope.
'Goodnight.'
My face lit up. Penelope is one of the only people who I can trust. I texted back the same and walked to my nightstand to charge my phone. My bed is still cold from not being slept in. Instead of arguing, I stood up, got changed, brushed my teeth, and got settled in for sleep.
The same thoughts came to mind, Penelope...
Penny
Penelope
~Penelope~
. .
She had a tooth gap
In the back of her mouth
Her . Weirdness
Her Attitude
Her Passion
Her Loyalty
Her Beauty
Her Style
Her Pride
Her Love
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her to the day I die
《Hopefully, when I die, it won't be for financial reasons.》
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RomanceDealing with depression is hard, but what's harder is the people around you don't notice and play it off as you are lazy. 15 year old, Hazel had been dealing with depression, anxiety, and self-harm. Life had gone downhill ever since her father had...
