Thursday
I'm on a plane flying far away from my home...the place makes me feel broken...I'm running away so I can start over..but I don't know how...and memories are the worst...constantly popping up.
(Memory)
When I was 6, my mom and dad would fight nonstop...my older sister would always lock herself in her room..but when mom and dad didn't fight....dad would always be my light in the dark when I was scared or confused...he loved me...but a month later, mom and dad got a divorce and she had full custody... I've been in the dark ever since
(End)
It's been 11 years since I've seen my dad...I forgot how to feel emotions. I realize that tears are running down my cheeks. I wipe them away, looking out the window..the clouds look like I could touch them....
"We're coming in for a landing.." The pilot says so I buckle myself for the landing.
We land and I grab my suitcase....head off the plane and into the airport...I exit...call for a taxi and tell the driver to drop me off in to downtown area....they drop me of....and I walk around with my bag and suitcase...I find this house...it's not abandoned but is...well vacant.
It's charm is nice so I walk in and look inside....it's small yet has room for me I walk up to the bedroom loft...this is my room..the kitchen is nice so is the living room...
I unpack and see my sketchbook...drawings fill almost all of the pages..and I see a picture of me and my dad...we both have dark brown curly hair and hazelnut colored eyes..our tan skin...But I have moms freckles...I put this picture on the nightstand...
I know I have to go to school...dad would want me to....but people are there...I go out the door and look for a school close and spot one...Silver-wood High school.
Heading back to my house I see kids with there parents...they seem happy when they are altogether. Something that got taken away from me and now all of my broken pieces.....are scattered and I don't want to find them...because broken things like me are better off to be left alone.
