She ran to the kitchen to grab her favorite snack, a fudge pop, and then sprinted to the backyard. But even though she was over 50 feet away from her parents with three 4 inch walls in between she could still hear her mom yell that she wanted a divorce, then the door slammed shut and everything fell silent. She knew that from that point forward things at home would be just as bad as things at school. She closed her little eyes and prayed to God , "God? Are you listening? Can you hear me? I need your help again God. Mommy and daddy are fighting again and I don't know what to do. Please make it all better, again and I don't know what to do. Please make it all better.... i know you are very busy and dont ever really get the chance to help me. But please god id do anything. I love you"
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Pain
Teen FictionSix years of pain from the third grade to ninth. How did she manage and how did it end. Read more to find out.
