We finally reached home and I couldn't wait to get out of the car to play in the snow. I'm not sure why, but the snow outside makes me feel like a kid again. As we pulled in the driveway, I ran out the car and headed for the thick snow on the ground. My mom sat in the car and watched me play around in the snow. Later on, it got even colder outside and I decided to go inside to make 2 cups of hot chocolate. While I was getting the hot cocoa mix, my mom walked in the house and slammed the door. "Why were you playing outside?" My mom immediately questioned as I poured the mix into the mugs. "Mom I just wanted to have fun and----" I explained and then was interrupted. "I DON'T CARE! I don't want you playing in that snow. Do you understand me?" My mother stormed at me. "No I don't understand! Why are you so upset about snow? It just makes no sense to me! You're always upset about everything!" I yelled back as I the cocoa mix container on the floor. While I was about to pick up the container, my mom slapped me across my face and blood started to drip from my cheek. I screamed and ran upstairs into my room. I looked at my face in the mirror and i discovered a slanted cut on my left cheek. If she loves me so much, then why would she hurt me? The feeling of hatred balled up inside me again and I kept feeling more ashamed of myself. "She doesn't love me, SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME!" I cried as walked out of my room and tiptoed downstairs. If she hated me so much, I might as well leave. So on that cold evening, my mother didn't find me in my room or anywhere in our neighborhood. Where did I go? Well somewhere no one could possibly find me. A place where all that depression, insecurity, and all the scattered pieces of lies sieze to exist.
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Teen Fiction15 year old, Olivia Fletcher starts her first year attending Weastley High. As nice as she is, Olivia doesn't get the respect that she deserves. In the meantime, a new student in Olivia's first period seems to have a certain curiousity for her. Will...
