A few hours later...
Like I said, torture. This place is a living Hell on Earth. Right after I walked through the glass doors to the Livingston Academy of Excellence, some seventh grader stole my backpack and I had to chase him halfway the school building. Then I was late to my first-period class, English with Stacy Kilpatrick. Oh, my god. She pointed out me doodling on a piece of paper, and since Stacy is my English teachers favorite, I got in trouble, but I was saved by the bell (thank god). Some kid smacked my lunch into my face, but I was too busy cleaning spaghetti out of my glasses to see who it was. I was knocked out in gym class, which made me miss my Math class ( my favorite). Honestly, I would rather get soaked with honey and get thrown in a bear cage than go to this school. But it gets WAY WORSE. I finally get home and right when I walk in I saw my parents on the couch. They told me to go sit down in the chair by the couch.
"Um, what's this all about?" I asked
"Leah, as you may know, your Mom and I have been fighting."
"Yeah..."
"Well, Your Mom and I are done fighting."
"What does that mean?"
"We're thinking about getting a divorce."
"Wait, What?!"
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The Little Things I See
Teen FictionHer parents keep fighting, she can't sleep, she gets bullied, and she only has one friend who she rarely sees. Add little humans running around in your room and you've got a normal day for Leah. But with extra twists and turns and a few life-changin...
