The door opened to reveal Chinaware smashed on the carpet and the oven door shattered on the floor.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out, looking at Harper beside me. Around the corner we heard heavy footsteps, our mother coming into view. Our mother's hair disheveled and a noticeable black eye forming over the left side of her face. She walked towards the two of us, placing her small hands on our backs and began pushing us back towards the front door.
"Perhaps you girls should stay out a little longer. Your father and I are settling some - issues," she explained, pushing us outside and locking the front door behind her. I watch as Harper stared at the closed door, soon beginning to walk in front of me without a word, myself quick to follow.
We headed to the local park, sitting down on the nearest rusted swing set. The park was nearly empty, strange for a Thursday afternoon, for the exception of a young toddler playing in the sand box. I lean down beside me, picking up my backpack and beginning to work on school work. I don't there's ever been a time in the past year I havn't been working on some type of school work. Another half an hour passes and I notice Harper become anxious beside me.
"Ashton?" I hear her ask. She looks up at me with her light blue eyes that seemed to sparkle when the light hit them just right. "Why is it that mom and dad are fighting?" I blantly ask. I sits for a few more moments before shaking my head slightly.
"I'm not sure, though I know that they're not fighting about the two of us. They're just going through a hard time in their marriage, that's all. I'm sure it will passover in a few days, a week at most. Don't worry," she states as she begins working on pre-calculus. A few more minutes pass and we begin to grab our bags. We decide to take a shorter path up the hill, passing the playground for elementary sized kids. We both began to walk up the hill when I notice a piece of metal flashing inside of the plastic slides. I reach up into the slides, pulling out broken razors taped upwards on one end.
"That's messed up," I announce as I throw the exposed metal away into a nearby trash can. "Someone could really get hurt from that."
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Fiksi UmumHighschool. The best four years of our lives. Where you break out of your shell and discover where you truly belong. Where everyone grows to love each other (in our own special ways) and graduate when the time is right. Though what happens when noth...
