Save me

Elizabeth

I woke up to my parents screaming again. I swear they should just get a divorce. All I ever hear is screaming and things smashing. At least the screaming isn't at me right now. I got out of my bed and draped my TARDIS blanket around my shoulders and tied it so it's like a cape. I went to my mirror and brushed my long black dark hair. Then I went and put my septum piercing in.
I walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, quietly avoiding my parents. Where are my Pop tarts? They weren't on the table or the counter so I looked in the cabinet to find them at the top. I went on my tippie toes climbed up the cabinet a bit and finally got them only to fall back and me being the klutz I am, hit my arm off the table and hit the floor with a loud boom. With a groan I laid there, but with victory because peanut butter chocolate Pop tarts were still in my hands. Someone cleared there throat. " Are. You okay?" A deep voice asked.