You Make It Easy

Two

I walked on the bus to ride home after a long first day of school. That guy I saw today was stuck in my mind. I wanted to know so bad who he was, I guess I'll have to find out tomorrow.

The bus pulled to a stop at the corner about a block from my house. It was a cool day, not too hot and not too cold. I slipped my bag off beside the door entering my room. I could already tell today was going to suck at home.

"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU WANT." My dad yelled from the kitchen. "WINTERLYN GETS EVERYTHING, SHE DOESNT EVEN DO ANYTHING." My sister, Stella, yelled back furiously. "SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU." I stormed in attempting to stop the pointless argument. "SHUT UP WINTER THIS IS NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!" Stella protested. "THEN KEEP ME OUT OF EVERY ARGUMENT YOU HAVE WITH DAD." I screamed. "GO DIE NO WONDER YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP." stella yelled.

My dad made no comment about her talking to me that way.

"Why don't you just go listen to your stupid music? That's all you ever do anyway. You live in a fantasy that you could actually be famous one day, like why don't you give up you are not even good enough." Stella's voice echoing through my head. 'You are not even good enough' over and over. "I hate you, I'm done with you and your trash talking. Don't come looking for me." I slammed the door to my room grabbing a bag from my closet door. I packed my things in a hurry and jumped out of my window leaving it opened. This happened every night. It always gets worse and I just can't take it anymore.

I heard my dad calling my name from around the block. I was crying so much I could hardly see where I was running to. It was now 11pm and past curfew. I stayed hidden as much as I could as I walked past the once lit stores downtown. I stopped and sat on a bench in the park. Still crying I got my phone out and I had 12 missed calls all from my dad. I ignored them and slid my phone in my bag.

I heard a voice, a somewhat familiar voice. It sent chills down my spine. "Hey, are you okay?" He said. I hesitated turning around. I froze in fear of who was standing just behind me. After all it is midnight, in a dark wooden park area, and I'm a 17 year old girl all alone crying... Not much to worry about right? Only an 80 year old man with bad intentions could be standing there. Ha.

I heard footsteps behind me and he walked to the side of the bench. My eyes widened as I saw him.

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