• “Aren’t you going to show the slightest bit of gratitude to me for packing your stuff” my mom exclaimed.
    “ Be quiet Laila, the kids are sleeping” my dad said attempting to quiet her down.

    I stood in their doorway with a look of terror on my face. I was petrified; I stood there so silent and still that you could hear a teardrop splatter onto the floor. Finally I managed to tow words out of my mouth “what’s going on?” I asked desperately. I already knew the answer but I was in complete and utter denial, I didn’t want to believe it.
    “We’re splitting up” my mom bellowed out “its just not going to work out between us.”

    “Oh” I murmured making an awkward, uncomfortable face. My father released what he was holding and came over to give me a hug. I pushed him away “ I'm okay,” I said as I painted a grin on my face. I slumped out of the room feeling insecure about my own feelings.

    As soon as I reached my room I slammed my door closed and locked it. I began to feel dizzy and light headed so I stumbled over to one of my room walls. I slid down the wall on my butt and I sat there holding my legs pressed against my chest. My eyes became misty and i started to get choked up, but I restrained myself from bursting out into sobbing. I got my sketchbook and I started a sketch of a girl who was crying I felt that was the only way to release what i was holding inside without causing a scene. I felt like all that was familiar and comfortable to me now was my sketchbook, a pencil, and a pillow I used to muffle the sounds of my screaming at night. I sat there until my legs went numb and my butt started to ache.

    I arrived at school one hour late that morning because I couldn’t find the strength in my body or heart to get ready. My father dropped me off right in front of the school building and he tried to say something to me but I slammed the door so fast he didn’t get the chance. I loved my father with every last bit of my heart but talking to him or thinking about him made the pain all the more harder to endure. I walked up the tattered steps of my school feeling like my heart had been brutally ripped out of my chest and stomped on by big foot. There was a test that day and I absolutely blew it. I couldn’t concentrate at all; all i could do was bang my pencil against my desk in a rapid motion and think about what unfortunate event would take place next in my life. My friends tried to help but it was no use, I wouldn’t let them in; I just smiled and said it was okay. During lunch I didn’t eat anything. I sat there swirling my finger in my yogurt feeling the thick, cool substance rap around my finger as i stared blankly into space. The boys kept making illogical, immature jokes about divorces, I began to believe they were antagonizing me on purpose. By the end of the day everyone knew about my parents, It became one giant game of telephone. When it was time to board our buses numerous people came up and tried to cheer me up and talk to me about what happened. I didn’t want sympathy though all I wanted was a way to relieve my pain like someone who had a bad cough wanted to relieve their symptoms.

    When I got home I sat on the bench in front of my house stroking the rough texture of the peeling paint and stale wood on the bench. I sat there trying to figure out what to do and came to the resolution of taking a walk in the trail behind edge-wood park to clear my mind. Halfway down the trail I realized how stupid I was acting walking alone on a trail that was surrounded by nothing but a couple of people and trees.
    I felt like one of those girls who act on impulse from those terrible horror movies. “What has become of me” I mumbled to myself as emo rock filled my ears from my head phones?

    As soon as I walked into the house the corner of my eye caught my mother sitting at the kitchen table staring at the clock, as if she had been waiting on me. “How was your day” my mom asked? “Good” I said trying to act mediocre. “Do you want to go to the movies today” she questioned diligently. I stared at her with a great deal of suspicion for I was expecting an explanation on what had happened, but not one word that came out of her mouth was about the situation we were in. “I’m kinda over loaded with homework” I said. “Is it possible I can take rain check I questioned?” “ Yes” she replied smiling. I smiled back and I started to make my way to my room when I came to a stop right in front of the door. I looked at my surroundings checking if my father or any of his stuff was here. There was nothing so I lurked over to my mothers room trying to be as silent so she wouldn’t hear me. I sat on their bed as I let my book bag slip off my shoulder. I let out one big breathe of air as I laid down diagonal on my parents bed. I could smell my fathers and mothers perfume and oils and I almost felt like dying. I curled up like all humans do when the are feeling despair, anger, or pain. I got up and sped across the hallway not caring if my mother saw me. As soon as I got to my room I slammed my door and dumped my box of old pictures out. I looked at them analyzing every last fun,sad,or happy moment I had with my father and family together. I took one of the pictures of me, my father, my mom, and my brother where we looked the happiest to my bed and curled up with it. I already knew that their would be no more happy family times but i couldn’t live down the pain, it just hurt so bad. “It’ll be okay” I preached to myself over and over again as my finger tips danced across the smooth surface of my photo. I clenched the picture so hard its almost merged with my skin and Before I knew it a salty, wet watery speckle slid down the side of my face and I began to sob uncontrollably for about about an hour. I started to feel emotionless as I laid silent and still starring at the white, rough, uneven ceiling of my room. The white pigment turned into a dim yellow as my eye lids began to close and I slowly fell into a deep slumber.