"Morning mum and dad how are you" I said
"We're good sweetie how are you sweetie" Said Dad
"I'm fine Dad just tried" I said
"OK sweetie I have tell you the truth you can be unhelpful sometimes" Said mum trying to be calm as can be.
I just walk out the door like there was no tomorrow talk under my breath on the way to I was getting paper chucked at my head I told the bus driver at the end of the day and he nothing and I know why people say I am unhelpful so I am going to make myself helpful for now on saying to myself.
As I walk though the door mum and dad won't talk to me and I wouldn't talk to them they were upset they told me truth so I went to the bathroom and locked the door soo no one couldn't come in and I got upset and started cutting the blood started dripping to the tube to the floor mum and dad were knocking on the door I stop and cleaned the blood up so they would see the mess I made with the blood they ask what happened.
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The unhelpful Me
Non-FictionThe unhelpful me is about a person who thinks she is un helpful to everything and everyone in her life she does things her mum and dad does not know about.
