As we all said our goodbyes and walked towards our houses I got that one feeling that I just hate with passion. I felt as if mom and dad were fighting at home. They would always fight for the littlest of things. It was like them spitting fire, burning everything and everyone in sight. I just wish I could put duct tape on both their mouths so they can stop arguing. But I don't think that can help my situation.
I open the door slowly. Like always my feelings were right. They were fighting in the kitchen. One of the most dangerous places for them to fight. So I just went to my room. I grabbed my beats and went full blast so I can drown out their screaming with music.
After a while I got hungry so I went to the kitchen to grab a snack. When I walked outside I saw my dad walking out the door slamming it behind him. My mom went berzerk. She was tossing stuff to the floor breaking everything she saw. So I didn't say anything and went back to my room. But she busted open the door and started ripping down my posters and kicking down my stuff. She left without saying a word. And I just took my beats and started to listen to music again.
This is nothing new. This would happen almost every other weekend. All the gangs in this town are super hostile. There is no future for the kids. They all end up the same. Viscous criminals working for some "powerful" leader.
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Life is no Game.
Teen FictionThis is the story of how four friends made a huge mistake and now have to live running in fear while trying to fix there wrong doings
