mom and dad won't stop yelling. all i hear are the shouts.
as her tears fall on to the paper, smudging the writing, her hand moved faster.
echos bounce off the walls.
she writes faster.
i can tell they're mad. they've never fought like this before
silence.
i think dad left. i don't know what to do.
sobs fill the emptiness
in the empty house.
mom won't stop crying,
even with her door closed, and her headphones on.
i can still hear her.
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ahhh ok so i think on "day one" nicole is right or nine years old.
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regular: nicole
YOU ARE READING
the journal of nicole francis
Teen Fictionmy phone wouldn't stop buzzing, i thought of your eyes, b e g g i n g me to pick up. but i don't. i hit decline. a n d, the ringing stops. funny how people pretend to care but, when you really need them, they don't. -------------- etched into this...
