Blousarry Academy

Chapter 27☆ Bad Things

《Sierra》

"You need to feel anger. Think of all the mean things people have done to you." Angelus said. "Now I'm not gonna play nice to you, okay?" He added.

I nodded.

"Okay, so do it." He said.

I nodded again. This time, I closed my eyes.

I thought of the Swansons.

Athena Swanson.
Feliciano Swanson.
Imelda Swanson.

"Hey, Poop face! Did you throw my projects?!"Athena said as she stormed in my room, kicking the door open.

"N-no, I didn't." I replied, stuttering.

"Well, you can't fool me, liar!" She shouted at me as she pulled my hair until we reached her room. "Ow!" I screamed.

"I really did not!" I said honestly.

"Oh really?! Where did you throw my things?! You burned them?" She asked.

"I told you, I don't know! I didn't do it!" I shouted.

"What if I do this?" Athena asked.

"What?" I asked then looked at her. My eyes widened. "N-no, please no. Stop." I said.

She's holding a paper with fire. "And why would I stop this?" She asked, smiling.

"Because I did not do it!" I said. "I didn't do anything!" I added.

"Whatever." She said then put the hair close to my hair. Very close.

"No!" I said as I pulled my hair from her hand. She was shocked and did not expected what I did. I looked angrily at her.

"Waah!" Athena shouted as the fire on the paper went bigger and bigger, she dropped it.

"Athena!" I said as I pulled her and ran outside her room. The fire slowly became bigger and bigger.

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"Happy Birthday, Sierra, Happy birthday Sierra, Happy birthday, Happy birthday. Happy birthday Sierra." I sang. "Happy eleventh birthday, Sierra!" I exclaimed as I blew the candle I'm holding.

I hugged the candle as I lied down the bed.

I was about to close my eyes when Mom opened the door. "Sierra!" She yelled.

"What?" I asked as I rose from the bed immediately.

"Come here!" She shouted angrily.

"What did I do?" I asked as I quickly walked towards her.

"You stubborn kid! You stole my bag! It's more expensive than your life!" She yelled at me as she grabbed my wrist strongly and tightly.

"Ow. . . Mom, please stop! I didn''t do anything to your bag! What would I do to it? I didn't steal your bag!" I said, crying but she just held my hand tightly. "Ow! Stop!" I shouted but she didn't listen.