I cried myself to sleep that night. I was so overwhelmed with all of the things that were happening that I couldn't stop crying. I mean, my parents might be divorcing! Wouldn't anyone be bawling their eyes out if they were in my shoes? It's all too much...maybe I should, no, I don't want to have my parents deal with me dead, but what else can I do? I only have Irene and Irene's Grandma. I wish one thing could turn out good.I can still remember when I was six or seven, and Mom, Dad and I went to California for vacation. Dad wasn't working so much, no slamming doors, no Stacy. Life was perfect...
...but sadly for me, that was the past and this is now. I wake up and look at the clock, and it's 7:45 A.M. Wait, 7:45?!!? The alarm didn't go off! I've only got thirty minutes until the bus comes! Oh crap! I'm screwed! I run around frantically until I'm ready, then I look at the time. Ten minutes?! I'm dead! I bolt down our huge staircase run through the kitchen, grab a fistful of bacon, and run out the door without saying anything. I get halfway there and begin to walk.
"Omg, that was a close one," I say to myself. I get there and see that Stacy isn't there. No one is! I grab my phone and look at the time and I see what I can't tell if it maks me mad or happy.
"Oh my god. It's a Saturday."
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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...
