Flower Crowns

7

We were all sitting at the dining room table, eating silently. Tonight's meal was chicken, with a side of salad. I picked slowly at my salad, taking a bite every few minutes.

"We need to talk" my dad, looked at my brother. I could feel the tension between both of them.

"About what?" Finn smirked.

"About you not attending your classes. I keep telling you education is key-

"And you don't need to tell me again" Finn interrupted, "education is key I get it, all you care is about my fucking education"

"No swearing Finn" my mother muttered,without as so my giving any of us a slight glance.

"Yes I do care about your education, and so should you. Now if I get one more call about you skipping class, I swear I'll-

"I umm got into a fight today-" it was my turn to interrupt, I knew exactly what would happen, screaming and shouting would occur, and I've had enough of it. At least this time the argument would be issued towards me.

"With who?" My mother finally looked at me, instead of her chicken.

"With Riley" I gulped.

"Your therapist? Why are all my children troubled, was it that hard for one of you to be normal" my dad spat.

"Well is it that hard for one of you to be not so judgmental?" I cried.

I pushed my food away and got up. I ran up to my room, where I could hear one of my parents calling after me.

"Danielle open this door now!" My dad kept knocking on the door repeating those exact words.

I couldn't take it, I couldn't breath. I grabbed my schoolbag, and a large bag. I threw random clothes in, that I knew would come in handy. I grabbed my makeup bag, and essentials, and threw them into my schoolbag. Where was I going? I don't know. I was defiantly not going to Adams, I had already bombarded him with enough problems today.

I flung open the door and stepped out.

"Where are you going?" My father looked me up and down.

"None of your business!" I rudely answered.

"Danielle Murphy, you listen to me right now or-

"Or what, your going to lock me in. You know I'm sick of being in a fucking dysfunctional family. It sucks! I'll be back tomorrow after school and don't try to follow me" I could feel tears about to form, but I quickly stopped myself. It wasn't cause they might see me as weak, no they already knew I was, it was cause if I did I had proven their theory correct.

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