I felt a strange feeling that night. I was in my room doing all the math homework that my teacher gave me. He gives us so much homework and never explains it properly. My parents are always fighting; they fight every second of the day. It usually never bothers me; but this time it did.....
I was getting furious, a jump up from my comfy spot of my chair. As i jumped I hit a picture frame, as i picked it up i was hoping that there wasn't a crack in it. I picked up the frame there was a massive crack in it the picture was of my mom and my dad holding me. I could see the joy in their eyes, and my mom had the biggest grin on her face. I snap out of my memories and i stomped down my squeaky stairs.
When I stormed into the kitchen i saw my mom sitting on a chair and my dad pacing around her. I could tell they both hated each other. I couldn't hear what they were fighting about but it was probably about something really stupid like who put the remote controller in the table. When I ran into the kitchen i yell "STOP" they both looked at me, my mom gave me this go away look then they went straight back to fighting. I couldn't take it any more i ran out into the dark cold street balling my eyes out.
