I’m not scared of her I just don’t want to fight. Fighting is like the last thing I need on my record. I’ve been getting good grades for a whole semester and I’m not screwing that up for nobody. I might just run as soon as I get out. I can hear my heart beating in my head, man I gotta get outta here. I better stop talking to myself before somebody thinks I’m crazy or something. Maybe if she thinks I’m crazy she might leave alone.
The screaming starts
I wake up and I’m breathing heavy my hair is damp from sweat; the clock says 3:00am. In, out, in out… I tell myself. Suddenly an object catches my attention; I turned my head to look at my large mirror on the wall closest to my door.
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