by Derek Apr 2, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
One day a happy go lucky boy thought that Friday would be a good day. He was hoping his dad wouldnâ??t drink while he was at work. Thought out the day it was good he got to play on the computer and do all sorts of things while his parents were at work and sister was at her house sleeping. She was supposed to come over at 10:30 a.m. but didnâ??t get there till around 12:00 p.m. She did bring Burger King for lunch. So far the day was good from there too. It was bad after he forgot to give the dogs a bath. Then after that it was good until 6:30 p.m., thatâ??s when his things went really bad. He over heard his parents fighting. They were fighting about his did drinking. The boy hated them fighting because at always seemed to hurt his mom a lot and he couldnâ??t help but cry when his mom cried. So he couldnâ??t take seeing his mom cry so he went up in his room and wrote a note that said |