They're Mad. Sad. Annoyed. Outraged. All I hear is scream, scream, scream.
Until it stops.
Silence.
I cry into my pillow, my face bright red. All I can hear between sobs is my slow, heavy breathing.
After a few minutes, I stand up. Walking over to the window, I open it at let the fresh, crisp cold wind hit my face and penetrate my stuffy bedroom.
I can still hear silence from downstairs.
My wish now is to cry even harder.
I ddon't, though. I resist the urge and listen, hoping for the creak of a door or someone's whisper. I sigh, my thought swirling. I put my face down on the bed, my tear streaked face soaking the blanket. I notice, but ignore it.
All at once, I hear another scream. And one t hat replys to it.
This is now louder, clearer, so my ears can hear.
I dare not to say the words that echoed upstairs.
BOOM!
A door slammed shut. I could just feel the anger coming upstairs, like waves.
Then a car vrooms! to life and speeds away.
Now I hear something else.
My mothers sobs.
She races up the stairs and opens my door, sees my tear-streaked face.
Mom motions for me to come onto the bed with her.
Then I cry. She cries.
It could be better, but these are the most claming tears I have ever had in my life.
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HumorMeet Alyissa, a quiet, street smart girl. Her parents get divorced, and she feels like her whole world is breaking apart. Alyissa is bullied, too. Join her on a heartfelt journey with tragedy, humor, and a pinch of romance. Enjoy!
