something' weird

middle school

   MIAAAAA..miiiiaaaaa just get out from your room..MIA!! PLEASE and then she heard footsteps fading as her mom went downstairs.tears were streaming down on her pale face.the room was dark not pretty dark but dark.all the lights were turned off.the silk curtain were framed on the window blocking all the possible light.only beams of light flickered from the end of the door that was perfectly locked.a thirteen year old girl was lying on the floor.heavy breaths echoed the door. all her butterscotch colored hair were covering her face.hours and hours passed no sign of motion.only heavy breaths and sighs.when the clock struck 3 a.m she stood up and opened the window of her room.her sight caught a beam of light coming from her neighbour's window.classic music was playing,the one you my listen on a road trip when your mother has got the seat of boss on a warm day...maybe on beech.the house belonged to mr and mrs smith.they just moved here a month ago and at nights all you can hear just 70's or 60's music.she put her chin down on the window and felt all the coldness of the snow.it was snowing outside.all the stuff in the city was covered with blanket of snow.thoughts roamed her mind. how is she going to survive all this again.seventh grade seems normal and ordinary to people but not for me after all this.a flashback flew in her mind.a year later she was just a chubby girl with whom everyone wants to goof around.known as classclown, a joker, a girl whose life was just filled with unicorns,pink,glitter and joke.she used to wear her favourite outfit on every fast and last day.the outfit's big part was a pink cardigan her father has gifted her.it was beautiful and was nearly touched her knees.it was made up of wool not that kind of wool that you think come's from sheep's body and is shaggy and large .it was soft wool that felt all that comfy and sweater season.it was her one of the favourite thing she owns given by her special person.now as she thinks about that sweater(cardigan) made her sick.her father was gone.on her.it was raining that day and the sky was covered with dark and millions of clouds.it was her first day of sixth grade.she was wearing that cardigan.happily she went to the bus stop and was waiting like crazing to reach home and to tell her new story,her new beginning to her dad. but when she reached her home,she could figure something was different and bad.she opened the door and saw her mother,her face buried in her knees.it was yet another beginning,