Don't cry baby

Chapter 4: brown eyes

When we arrived at our house, my mom walked up to us and asked, "how was your day children?" My mom looked at my brother then me, my brother looked at my mom then me and then opened his mouth," mom she met a boy called wade walker. She loves him."

I stared at my brother with your-gonna-die eyes. "No I didn't he's lying to you mom. I just talked to a drape is all." My mom stared at me with a shocked look on her face.
"Please tell me that your lying to me Dahlia, please tell me that you didn't talk to a no good disgusting drape. Why is he a drape, there are good squares here in this town?"

I walked up the stairs and lay on my bed. Why did my mom think so poorly of drapes? I didn't really care though. All I could think about was cry-baby's eyes. His brown eyes staring into mine. Them brown eyes almost made me melt.

I decided to get my note pad of my dresser. My mom had bought me it for my birthday, she heard me saying poems or singing a original song and just bought me it.

I wrote all about my feelings and described what he was like. It felt like a weight was lifted. I always wrote when I had no one to talk to, which was all the time.

I tried to block out all of the noise down stairs with my radio, it didn't work. I just ended up going to sleep. That night I had a dream with cry-baby in it. I saw his brown eyes.