"Sometimes I wished I had listen to my mother for once in my life, not hanging out with the wrong crowds, and not going out that night. Ever since that night, nothing's been the same. On that particular night... you know what Mrs. Jones. I can't do it. Reading this to you is hard, but just thinking it is worst. Can I please stop?"
"Alright Mimi I guess we can stop here for now. You don't have to talk about it anymore. Just make sure to come back next week at 12:30pm as usual."
As I'm making my way to the door Mrs. Jones voice stopped me. "Next week we'll pick up on what we left on." After hearing what she had to say, I left the building.
Why does she constantly try to bring that memory back to life. Doesn't she understand that I don't want to remember that night. After all... since that night, I became
Flawed.
YOU ARE READING
Flawed
Teen FictionI'm not flawless, with all the mistakes I made. I should've listen to mother and not be troublesome. After all, after that night... I became FLAWED
