Not Again

Not Again

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 13, 2016
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"Dude, for the last time, just open the window!" "Daniel, you can't come in here. You know you're not allowed." "How would I know that, I haven't even been over there since we were six and your mom got mad at us for trying to drown your cat."He literally chuckled about almost killing my cat. "The cat fricken' hates me now" "It's not the only one," he says pointing toward the pink jeep pulling into the driveway of the house to the far right. If you looked hard enough, you could see the snarl permanently resting on her face when it came to me. She hated me and yet I didn't know why. I've never done anything to her directly, I just made it a habit of correcting people, sarcastically, when they're wrong. She knows that all too well.
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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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