Today, I went into the bedroom, My bedroom, sat down, and ate my apple, and listened for my father. When, the door slammed shut, I knew he was home. He stomped upstairs, and slammed my mother's bedroom door open. And all I could hear, was, SLAP SLAP SLAP, SCREAMING FROM MY MOTHER, AND MY DAD YELLING. I ran into my closet, and shut the door quitley, and cried softly to myself. I was hoping it would stop, but it went on for hours and hours.
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A Quiet Girls Journal
Teen FictionThis girl, uses her Journal, to keep track of everything. And to also say how her day has been going as well. This girl, is quiet, so she keeps her secrets hidden away, The truth, has to be told sometime.
