When we got home my dad and his friends, Chad, were playing Call of Duty on the PS3 in the living room. Kind of odd for a Wednesday night.
I went into the next room, the dinning room, with the bag that had my stuff in it. I put all the stuff on the table and opened the packages of balloons.
When I went to try to get my big candy bar open, I couldn't get it open! I tried a couple more times and failed. I hated not being strong enough.
I gave up and walked quietly over by my dad. I patiently waited for the match to be over.
When it was over I asked,"Can you get this open for me?"
"What? You can't get it open by yourself?" he asked teasingly.
He opened it for me and I headed back to the dinning room. I spent the rest of the night eating chocolate, blowing up balloons, and drawing some faces on a couple of them.
After I ate supper, I went up to bed. The long Wednesday was exhausting. I fell asleep thinking of everything that happened today and also thinking of everything that will happen tomorrow.
Sorry for the short chapters, but I think it's better than nothing.
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Non-FictionA teenager that has to go to a counselor. As you read you figure out more and more about why she has to go. Why doesn't she like her counselor? What could be so bad in her life that she has to go? Her horrible thoughts explain it all... ~based on a...
