Age: 7
Status: Alive
Mr. Britson was sleeping on the couch leaving the tv on while the girls were in their beds some of them sleeping most of them awake. Someone pulled on the blonde's hair. "Ouch..." She sais as she was already used of the bulling. "Get up." Said one of the girls. "Marie, leave Jenny alone." Said one of the little girls. Marie walked up to Molly. "I will fucking make you do shit you don't want to do... do you rather me bother her or you?" She said with disgust as she tilted her head slightly. The little girl shook her head sadly. "Good. Now shut the fuck up." Marie grabbed Jenny. They slowly walked downstairs so they don't wake up the middles aged man sleeping. Marie whispered in Jenny's ears. "Turn off the tv."
"Why?" "Because I can't sleep and I need that thing to be turned off." "Why can't you do it then." "Because it's more fun to push someone small like you to do it." Jenny sighed.. she walked slowly into the living room the tv was just 4 feet away from the man. Tip.. toe... tip... toe... ti- CREEK! The man woke up Marie ran away upstairs quickly but quietly. "What the fuck are you doing up so goddamn late..." He got up and walked towards her. "I'm sorry... p- please... the tv was bothering me-" Jenny got smacked. Hard. Mr. Britson's action were unspeakable.
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Emotion
Non-FictionWhy do we feel happy? Why do we feel mad? So frustrated or sad? Is it the way you treat me? Or make me feel? Sometimes I just wanna be alone and not let it be real. You make me feel things I don't want to feel.. even the ones that aren't appropriate...
