"I hate you. AND IM NOT KIDDING!" I screamed. I ran up to my room, and started crying into my pillow. I had just got done yelling at my step-father. I did hate him. My mom came up to talk to me.
"What?" I said rudely. She was working, and couldn't stop him.
"Listen honey, I'm sorry. He had no reason to do that. I know how hard you worked for that." My mom said. She was talking about the ticket my step-father had ripped up. It took my three weeks of baby-sitting a kid I HATED to get that money. It was to see my favorite band ever. Hanson.
"Either you or him are buying me a new one, and if not, I'm leaving and NEVER coming back!" I almost screamed.
"You know neither of us has the money for that!" She said, staring at me.
"Well good bye then." I said. My mom watched me pack my clothes, portable CD player, and Cd's, and acted like I didn't mean what I was saying. I walked to my door. My mom followed me. Then I walked to the front door and my mom followed me, still thinking I was kidding. My step-father smiled as he threw the ripped up ticket into the air. I opened the door and slammed it behind me. As the cool air hit my face I got up more courage than ever. I opened the door again.
"FUCK YOU!" I screamed, and slammed the door again. Then I ran faster than I ever had before.
Linx
