I start thinking about what am I going to do when I hear my mom call me from the kitchen. “Honey, breakfast is ready!” “What a hypocrite.” I think to myself. Yesterday my mom and I had a huge fight because she complained that I was out partying too much this summer. I didn't get what was the big deal since summer was supposed to be a break from school. "Shit." It just hit me; today is the first day of my junior year. The thing is, I don't really want to go back to school. Last year was hard enough as it is with my boyfriend Allen being shot right in front of me. We hadn’t being going out for long but watching him die like that; it’s an image I’ll never get out of my head. Nobody knew I was with him. That's why I wasn't allowed to be sad in front of anyone, especially my mom. So I had to suck it up, I guess he got what he deserved. He wasn't exactly a great guy more like an addict.
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