My ears were fully healed and they didn't hurt anymore. It's a good thing too.
The week was filled with:" my ears hurt" and "it's your own damn fault so shut up."
Mom and I were back at each others throats. She wasn't angry anymore, not at anything in particular. But that didn't stop us from fighting.
One morning, I hit the jackpot. A silly fight about why I couldn't wear something pretty and nice for just one day, to a special even for her boss turned into a nightmare.
I screamed and lashed out. I told her:" Why should I change for your boss? Everyone else sees me like this."
"You know very well why! I want to make a good impression!"
"Am I going to embarrass you if I dress like this? Is that the problem?! Because I'm sorry that I'm such a damn embarrassment to you and the rest of the family!" I ran. Ran to my room and held my glass ball. It didn't work. I was livid. I wanted to smash things. I wanted to break things. Dad noticed. He took me to the beach before I did any damage.
Bad decision.
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Over the deep end
Teen FictionShe doesn't know what her future holds. Scared, lifeless and no hope for anything. Clinging to the life that she knows, the one she had. The one that she took for granted everyday. But she'll never get that life back. After all, it was her fault.
