"TELL ME STANLEY! TELL ME!" mother showed me the drawing of her. The drawing of her which I drew, the drawing that is ruined. "How dare you make me look like this! HOW DARE YOU THOUGHT I'M UGLY!" As she slaped my face.
I cried. It wasn't my fault. I didn't draw it like that. I will nver draw her like that. Never.
"I didn't do anything wrong mother..it was-" Mother slap my face again. This time, she slaped me so hard, that I fell. "YOUR GROUNDED! IF I CAUGHT YOU DRAWING ME LIKE THIS AGAIN. I WILL, I WILL, KILL YOU!"
I ran up to my room with my sketchbook. I trew my sketchbook in the bin. I curled myself in my blanket and cried.
Why does mother have to treat me like this? What did I ever do wrong? She don't love me..I don't love her..
I closed my eyes and slowy went to sleep.
The next day, I took a piece of paper.
I sketch.
A picture of my mother. I sketch her beautifully. I use all the techniques that I learned from art class at school.
Then I crumpled it until it looks like a ball. I throw it in the bin. Then I say, " I love you, I always do. But you said you don't love me.."
"So I don't love you"
Then a feeling of hatred started to grow.
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Whispers To Stanley
General Fiction=============================================================== Stanley Gold is a normal boy. Everybody thought Stanley was having a happy life with a happy family. Little did they know, Stanley was bullied in school. Nobody like him. He don't...
