♤five : home♤
I still couldn't believe their selfishness on day four of what everyone called my "great adventure." Everyone said it was a learning experience. Yeah, and if you learned enough about it, you would wish you were the one who died in that fire too. Just like me. I wished I had died in that fire. Not them. Laughing and still having a good time, everyone was talking bad about my mom and dad. How could they?! I don't really care what they think, and what their opinions are, but how could they do it in front of me?! I screamed at the top of my lungs, and raced out of the hospital in a crazed rage. I didn't know where I was, but what I did know exactly where I was going. My home. the only one I would ever have in my life. MY HOME. Not their home. I would never call anywhere else home. It was never the building that defined my home, it was the idea. We were never a perfect family, but we stuck together, and we made our home somewhere to live, somewhere to cherish, somewhere to go when the going gets tough. Our home wasn't just restricted to a building, it was everywhere, as long as we were together. Our house, though, is what represents our grand ideas of a home. Without it, We are a country without a flag, a world without government. Where are we, then? I had to get to my house, I had to! I ran, busting through the automatic doors before they could open, spoiling their plans.
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sorry this one is so short---anyone who's actually reading this--but the next chapter will be longer. If this doesn't suck as bad as I think it does, comment "rubixcube" lol i can not solve these dang thangssss argh! lol byeeee
again, thanks to anyone who's reading this hahaha.
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Teen Fiction§ fire destroyed my life. my family is *supposedly* in a "better place." left alone, an orphan, i cried. § "It gets better. I promise." "Does it really?" =+=+=+=+=+=+= © stolzenfeld 2014
