Chapter 2: It Smells Like Frustration
"Sian, get back, inside dinners ready!" called my mother from inside the house.
"Coming mum!" I yelled.
I got out up from the tire swing and ran back to the house my hightops slushing from the wet grass. I got to the dooor and slid it open.
"Hey mom, what's cooking?" I asked.
My mum just glanced at me.
"What did I do now?"
"Sian, for the hundredth time. Shut the back door when you come in!"
"Oh right....sorry"
My mother rolled her eyes as I went to go shut the door. The minute I shut the door the pudgent scent of paint filled my nostrils. "Mum, whats's that horrible smell?" I asked plugging my nose.
"Oh right, ummmm well I am repainting upstairs because we're moving." Mum squinted after that sentence because she knew I was about to explode.
"Moving?!? Mother are you crazy? Have you gone mad? I am turning sixteen in ten days! Not only am I not willing to spend my birthday in some strage place but I have friends here, mum. I mean, think of someone else for a change! Just because you don't like it here doesn't mean I don't. I grew up here! H-How.." I wanted to yell at her some more but the tears swelling up my eyes were overwhelming. I ran upstairs, shut the door, and fell asleep.
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