Rebel Girl

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      I climbed up the stairs feeling every teardrop falling down my eyes and stinging my cheeks, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse it did now I was some new generation being pulled back in fourth on either life or death. yeah death that's what i'm afraid of, to die in this messed up world no matter how perfect I am or how rich,  death will come for me either way I thought.

   Knock! knock!

          " who is it"? I cried

      " it's mom, I know this is hard for you and i'm putting Lots of pressure but this is who you are"

" NO IT"S NOT!!, I'm not going to die like dad" I yelled feeling a pressure of heat rush through me followed by sadness.

She open the door and rushed to me hugging me tightly crying " I won't let that happen", and for that upsetting moment me and mom sat there crying over ones death.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 09, 2014 ⏰

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