Page 37

6 2 0
                                    

I covered my ears, not wanting to hear to the yelling. I closed my eyes, and tried to wish it away. All that came from the yelling, where memories of home. There was no denying it, I was one that didn't want those memories clouding my head.

Suddenly, a thud came from the door, then silence. I sat there, wondering what had gone on out there. It had seemed a little violent to me.

UnwantedWhere stories live. Discover now