The argument

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I crawled around in my house like a tiger stalking for it's prey,and hit my head against the table. There was a loud shatter of glass as the water hit my face. I looked at Mom's broken flower vase.
"Abby!" They yelled. I rushed out of the kitchen as I hear their footsteps coming towards me. My eye became blurry and my hearing, feels like someone is covering up my ears and eyes.
"I told you we should have let her stayed at the orphanage!" My mother screamed at my father. The feeling of regret went through my body. From my dirty blond hair and hazel eyes to my whole bloodstream.
My father growled as he slapped my mother across the face." It wasn't my idea to have a child!" My breathing went heavy as I rushed to my room, closing and locking my door. I jumped onto my bed, opening my window. I hear a scream and then silence as I jumped out my window, running into the woods.

T.B.C...
Abby's physical features:
Dirty blond hair
Hazel eyes
Is tanned from the sun
Abby's information:
8 years old
Is curious of everything
Is really determined


Sorry I haven't posted lately.

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