We got home at about ten o'clock. I was still mourning over my mother's death and so was papa. Avoiding papa's sorrow I dash up the wooden staircase to my room. I stare at the dull ceiling as my salty tears cover my tainted pillowcase. I couldn't stand the thought of going to school tomorrow, getting called my usual nickname because I get slightly emotional at school sometimes. But tomorrow would be the worst day of my life. I picked up "To Kill a Mockingbird" the book report due tomorrow. 15 pages down 273 to go...
As I turn the page I hear a faint knock at the door, it was papa. I let out a soft "come in" I didn't want to bother him with my school problems. He sniffled before stepping into my room. I completely understand, his wife just perished right in front of him. She was such an amazing person and I still can't believe she's gone. He stared at the floor thinking of what to say to me when finally he looked up and bit his lip. "Hey Harmony, how are you holding up sweetheart?" I didn't want to have a long heartfelt crying session with my father so instead I gently take of my glasses and rub my eyes. "Papa, I would love to talk about how I feel but I'm really tired and I should probably get going to bed, you know with school tomorrow and all." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, "yeah, you're probably right." "Thanks papa, maybe some other time." I say quietly. He looks down again and mumbles, "good night H." I just smile faintly until he exits the room. As the door clicks I rest my head on my pillow hoping for the best of tomorrow.
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Ficção GeralHarmony is a socially awkward, short, 4 eyed 13 year- old who has no friends. If things weren't bad enough she loses her mother to cancer. She is made fun of at school because she cries when she thinks about this event. Her father tries to boost he...
