Shadow Falls: The Elite Soldiers

Kasey

It wasn't until that morning that everything went south. Now, allow me to explain, I was in my room drawing my Creepypasta character; Broken Promise when I heard my mom shout down the hallway to my room. 'My full name, huh? Wonder what "I" did this time....' I thought to myself. Sighing, I got up and left the comfort of my room to face the angry mother awaiting me. My mom stood in the living room, next to a pile of broken glass. 'Please don't let it be Rick's vanity.....' i pleaded in my head. Hesitantly, I peaked over at the large antique and my heart drops to the floor. 'Just my luck, it's broken' Rick and my mom are going to kill me! Bring me back to life, and then kill me again!! "Kasey, did you break the glass?!" My mom exclaimed in a voice that would make a demon fear her. She was positive that I was the culprit even though I had been in my room the whole time. I hesitated again, searching my brain for the right response to defend my case. Bad call. "What?! No! I just NOW learned about this!" I protested. It was the truth, but she didn't believe me, like always. "Well, everyone else said that it wasn't them, so it must've been you. That's why I have made a decision. It's for the best, but, I'm sending you to a reform school," "Reform school?! Why are you sending me to a Reform school?!" I exclaim in shock. "For example, you've been lying to me about things like this," she says gesturing to the pile of glass and the broken vanity. "And, you have had a nasty attitude recently, I'm tired of it. It's clear, you're troubled." She said, falsely explaining away everything. Then it happened, I snapped. " This isn't fair! You blame me for absolutely everything! I didn't do any of the things you accuse me of!! Did you not think that others are capable of lying?! You always yell at me and I'm sick and tired of it! I hate you!" I yelled at her. "This is exactly the attitude I mean, now go to your room. You're grounded." She retorted. I angrily stormed back to my room and threw myself onto my bed, screaming into one of my throw pillows. After my voice was raw from screaming, I played my music once more, and returned to my drawing.