The Romero House

Chapter 7

"What did you just say?", her father growls. He was mad and she could tell.
Sophia looked sheepishly at her parents and whispered, "I'm sorry ok. I really like him and you never approve of him!"
Her Mother glares at her with her arms crossed and hisses, "Have you been seeing this boy the whole time? After we strictly forbade it!"
Poor Sophia didn't know what to say so she stayed quite and glared at the floor. "Well you are grounded missy! Go straight to your room, and you are absolutely not going to that dance.", her Mother shouted. Her Father was still staring at her, but now it was a look of betrayal.
He simply said, "I'm very disappointed in you." Then he walked away into the kitchen. Sophia ran up the stairs to her room with tears streaming down her face.
"How could they be so cruel?", she questioned herself. They didn't even care about how she felt. It stung, the feeling that they didn't care. She slammed the door to her room shut with a bang. She stalked to her window watching the rain. "Well I'll show them. I will just sneak out and go to the dance with Logan anyway." She now had a plan, but was still hurt by her parents. "Curse you Mother and Father! And curse you God!", she yelled with all her might. But as soon as she cured her parents and God, lighting struck her through her window killing her, forever leaving her shocked and terrified expression engraved on her window for all to see for years to come. The house doomed to always be known as The Romero House. She was buried in her dress. Her once beautiful dress left to grow and decay for years and years until it wasn't even a shadow of its former self, just like her.