It's a three-mile walk home from school. I don't mind that much, to be honest, but my parents definitely do.
"Where on Earth were you !? Your father and I were worried sick!" My mother said right as I walked through the door.
"Relax mom, I missed the bus."
"And why did you miss the bus?"
"Because some jerk made me late."
My mom gave me a very irritated look and walked off to the living room.
"How are your grades, Leah?" My dad asks me. I'm not surprised the first thing he says to me is about my grades.
"Um, good,"I reply.
"Ok, good."He says and turns back to his computer screen.
His messy black hair and crooked blue glasses tell me he's had a rough day, so I retreat upstairs to my bedroom. I throw my backpack on the floor.I look at my alarm clock to see that it's not on. I take a closer look and see the piece of plastic holding it closed unscrewed. Someone messed with it. I plop face down on my bed when I heard something small hit the hardwood floor.I turn my head and see a small, golden bead sitting there. I pick it up and observe it closely, I notice it has a small tag attached to it, which has the word, " Sorry," written on it. I look up at the ceiling and smile.Then I plop my face back down and sigh. I'm not excited about going back to school tomorrow.
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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...
