The early summer sun shines warm against my skin. I close my eyes and savor the moment. I know I'll be yelled at when I walk inside the door towering in front of me. What scary door am I talking about? My houses door. I stayed out all night with my friends. I am in so much trouble. Quick pain over slow agony was always my modo, let's get this over with. I open the door and pinch my eyes shut waiting for it. No parents rushing to the front door to scold me, no relieved faces. I walk up stairs and my parents door is shut. I can hear the television on. This hurts almost worse than being yelled at. They don't care.
"I'm home!" I yell at the door.
"Ok sweetie." My mom says in her monotone voice.
"I was out all night!" I yell. What am I doing? No answer. I bite back bitter tears and slam my door. They don't even care. I could have died out there. I wish they would yell at me.
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The Nerd Who Sawed My Arm Off
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