They were yelling again. The loud scream fest that went on between my parents. I sat with my headphones in trying desperately to drown them out. Reaching for my bag I grabbed her next letter, the oil paper she used for her art slippery in my fingers.
Slater,
Its just a bad day. Clouds are just natures way of giving the ground a shower. We can go cloud watching one day. Do you remember that song you told me to shut up singing because I sang it all the time?
'Every storm runs, runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day, every heartache will fade away just like every storm runs, runs out of rain.'
Bad days always show us what better days are to come. You have to go though a little darkness before you can find the light. It might be hard and it might take a while but you always can find somewhat of a bright side.
Promised to you brightly
Alice Colt
YOU ARE READING
Promise Alice Colt
Teen FictionI stood at the edge and a voice rang out to not do it. She said she could help. She said she was a friend. She made me promise. I made a promise to Alice Colt.
