• Tears streamed down my face as I ran. I thought about what Dad had said. "I didn't ask for this!" He had yelled. Well neither did I. Anger and pure hate was swelling inside me. I took a bottle of liquor from my pack. I had stolen it from my dad's cabinet. He wouldn't notice. He didn't seem to notice me, either. He also didn't seem to notice that we were in Cleveland, Ohio the armpit of the United States. (No offense to the ppl in Cleveland, Ohio. sweatdrop )
    Things would be different, if Mom were still alive. She wouldn't have let Dad gamble his way to Cleveland, (forgive me, dear ppl of Cleveland, Ohio! sweatdrop ) wouldn't have let our relatives here turn us down when we needed a home, and she wouldn't have let me become an alcoholic. I sighed, and took a swig of liquor.

    "But apparently," I thought to myself, "she wasn't able to stop that fatal plane crash!"
    Fresh anger like never before settled itself in my chest, along with fresh tears at thinking about Mom. And that was my breaking point.
    I couldn't take it. I pondered, however, the fact that I wasn't angry at Dad. I thought I was angry at Mom for a minute, too, but I was confusing my pain with my anger. I was mad at myself.
    Mad for being helplessly stuck in my own world of pain and revenge. Stuck inside myself. My own shell of hate and hopeless dreams.
    "Never again." I thought, as I stood up from the bush that was now scratching my arms.
    I decided to head home. With a class of almost 50 kids, they wouldn't miss me.
    As I opened the door, I realized with a shock that Dad was home. I was happy to see that I had woken him up from a nap on the couch. Good.
    "What are you doing home?!" My dad growled. I didn't answer, but when I reached the steps I began to cry, and when I got to my bedroom I cried even harder because I heard Dad snoring. ....so, yea. I'm gonna leave it here. I prefer to make up my own endings to stories so I hope you will make up your own ending to my story. I hope you liked it, and if you really wanna hear the end of the story tell me, and I'll write it to you. Also if you liked it, please tell me. Oh, and I'm a bit poor at the moment, so if u have any spare gold, feel free....(I KNOW asking people for gold is pathetic but what else CAN I do? sweatdrop 4laugh )