"Life is hard...if it isn't then it's not life."
"Well thanks mom, all of my problems have gone magically away."
"I don't like this attitude you've been giving me later Sara."
"It's just- nevermind."
"What?"
"NOTHING! GOSH MOM! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!"
"Oh so we're shouting now? Good, 'CAUSE I CAN SHOUT TOO! WHY SARA? WHY? WHY DO YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEY ME! WHY DO YOU SULK ALL THE TIME!"
"BECAUSE ME LIFE IS A LIVING HELL!"
"Oh Sara....you are SUCH a drama queen. Nothing else so might I ask why is you life a living hell?"
"Because of back-stabbing bitches, failures, homework, stress, inconsiderate people...shall I go on?"
"Sara, It just sounds like middle school. I don't see why you're so hormonal...crying and shouting. That's all you ever do besides not eating. And why don't you? I don't know BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ME!!"
"FINE! Want me to tell you why I don't tell you the truth about my life at school is because you NEVER EVER LISTEN!"
"I do too listen."
"Oh really....what's my best friends name?"
"Violet."
"Mom...Violet's my cousin. My friend's name is Merida. Which you would know if you LISTENED!"
"FINE! Whatever I'm not going to fight."
"Good because I leaving." Sara walked away slamming her door behind her. When Sara entered her room she had to rush to her bathroom to throw up. Sobbing she grabbed a piece of paper.
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"Sara. Come down! We need to talk."
Silence.
"Sara?! Come down or else I'm coming up."
Silence.
"Alright Sara." As Sara's mom entered Sara's room she gasped Sara was laying lifeless on her bed a knife on the floor her black hair cascading down the side, blood dripping out of her wrist-out of her pale skin her chocolate eyes staring blankly at the wall.
"Oh Sara....why?" Then she saw the crumpled up piece of paper she grabbed it and opened it. It read:
I'm so sorry, especially to you mom. I just couldn't do it. The stress the bullying. I was never pretty like the other girls. I was just plain. And don't get mad at me for throwing myself a pity party mom. But it was too much the demand overwhelmed me. I'm so sorry-forgive me.
~Sara
A short story-written by Caitlyn Fox
copyright: 2012
"Well thanks mom, all of my problems have gone magically away."
"I don't like this attitude you've been giving me later Sara."
"It's just- nevermind."
"What?"
"NOTHING! GOSH MOM! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!"
"Oh so we're shouting now? Good, 'CAUSE I CAN SHOUT TOO! WHY SARA? WHY? WHY DO YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEY ME! WHY DO YOU SULK ALL THE TIME!"
"BECAUSE ME LIFE IS A LIVING HELL!"
"Oh Sara....you are SUCH a drama queen. Nothing else so might I ask why is you life a living hell?"
"Because of back-stabbing bitches, failures, homework, stress, inconsiderate people...shall I go on?"
"Sara, It just sounds like middle school. I don't see why you're so hormonal...crying and shouting. That's all you ever do besides not eating. And why don't you? I don't know BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ME!!"
"FINE! Want me to tell you why I don't tell you the truth about my life at school is because you NEVER EVER LISTEN!"
"I do too listen."
"Oh really....what's my best friends name?"
"Violet."
"Mom...Violet's my cousin. My friend's name is Merida. Which you would know if you LISTENED!"
"FINE! Whatever I'm not going to fight."
"Good because I leaving." Sara walked away slamming her door behind her. When Sara entered her room she had to rush to her bathroom to throw up. Sobbing she grabbed a piece of paper.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sara. Come down! We need to talk."
Silence.
"Sara?! Come down or else I'm coming up."
Silence.
"Alright Sara." As Sara's mom entered Sara's room she gasped Sara was laying lifeless on her bed a knife on the floor her black hair cascading down the side, blood dripping out of her wrist-out of her pale skin her chocolate eyes staring blankly at the wall.
"Oh Sara....why?" Then she saw the crumpled up piece of paper she grabbed it and opened it. It read:
I'm so sorry, especially to you mom. I just couldn't do it. The stress the bullying. I was never pretty like the other girls. I was just plain. And don't get mad at me for throwing myself a pity party mom. But it was too much the demand overwhelmed me. I'm so sorry-forgive me.
~Sara
A short story-written by Caitlyn Fox
copyright: 2012
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