Ashlen sighed, "Not this again." He muttered.
He heard his younger sister fighting with their parents again. She was scary, and yelled so loudly.
He slowly put the headphones in and listened to his music louder. He continued to write another poem, trying to forget about these noises.
But no. He couldn't.
He continued to write but every time he'd hear another set of air come from her mouth he'd gulp.
Pops wouldn't let her get what she want, would he?
He hopped his dad wouldn't.