"Mikka" my mom repeatedly said at the dinner table as I was off in my own world "How was school today mikka?" oh it was great mom thanks. "Well your principal said that you having troubles at school today with the two girls is that true Mikka?" ugh really well yeah it is but why can't people respect my own privacy I respect theirs I shouted with urging anger I felt like a volcano about to explode.
"Mikka, look you know you can talk to me right?" it's not that easy as you think it is I'm sorry but why don't you ask my principal, Ms. Toverson seems to tell you everything. Time passed by it was time for us to clean up and get ready for bed.
I was looking over my room balcony over the beautiful ocean view listening to the waves I felt free as I spread my arms like a butterfly I felt a hand lay on my shoulders. I gasped.
