Our Little New House
It all started when my dad told us we were moving.
"What! We can't move. I lived here all my life." My sister said.
We got all packed up. We were on the road. When we got there everyone was so unhappy.
"Lets go home. I dont like it here." I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Womb Mate, Shut up!" Dad yelled.
When we got to the new house, it was a big house.
"That's a big house." my sister said.
We all settled in.
I'm not sure what you'd consider angsty and pre-tween rage, but that right there? That totally is some really hard rage going on. Was it because she was uprooted at a tender age and forced to start a new? Or was it the poignant part where our dad told her to shut up? Reading this is like reading to the bottom of your soul.
That, or reading the first essay in Special Ed.