The Fight

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I jolt awake. I heard the crash of breaking ceramic. My little sister started wimpering. "Shhhh" I said. "Mommy and Daddy are just having a disagreement." That's when I heard the screaming. It was suddenly silent. I crept out of my shared bedroom. I tiptoed to the living room. There was a red lquid that I refused to believe was blood. My mother was in the middle of the dark red blood puddle. I silently started crying. I heard sirens in the distance. That's when I came up with the idea of running away to your house. "I'm sorry mother, I'm sorry you and Daddy never got along" I wispered under my breath while packing for me and my little sis , Henna. As soon as the police knock on our door, I slipped out of the back door. I ran for the whole night stopping every now and then to calm Henna. My name is Rachel Randy, and I am the runaway.

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