Just that Day

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"Time for camp honey bunches." My dad yelled.

"Don't call me honey bunches. I'm 13."

I was so annoyed by him and I was afraid to ask this but I nagged, "Can I stay home from camp! All the kids are like 'HELP ME DO THIS. IM A LITTLE HELPLESS SLUG!' It is so fricking annoying dad!"

"Oh fine honey. But you have to stay home alone." Now he is making it seem like a bad thing! Ugh he is sooooooo annoying. I slouched on the couch and turned in the TV as he left for his weird vase making job. It was the news. I was about to change it but then it sounded interesting. The news woman's voice boomed as she spoke.

"A woman committed suicide down at 35 Marco St. in Massachusetts last night. This was a vicious 19 year old girl and she hated being alive so she killed herself. She says before she died (this quote was given to us by the 19 year old girls mother) 'I hate my life mom. Every one at school thinks I'm mean and ugly. I hate this so much mom and I might not be alive tomorrow.' Her mom said she though that get daughter was kidding. But that night she used her moms favorite scarf to commit suicide."

I live on 31 Marco St. So I shut off the TV and hopped on my bike and rode past that house. I saw her.

Then I woke up and saw my dad with a bunch of vases in his tray. I realized it was a dream. So my dad said while giving me a really annoying dad kiss. "Hi honey. I heard that there was a murder down the street! Pretty weird huh?" He then disappeared some where to put his vases away. Then I went in his room to look for him... I froze...

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