Hey popcorns 🍿
Day 4 (yes this was meant to be posted on Thursday… 😬 ) of 15 days, we are slaying this guys, I CAN do this! I will catch up, I promise! 😊
How is everyone? It’s so hot here! I just want to go down the beach but obviously in the current circumstances I can’t 😔 Hope you are all coping well!
You guys know the drill! 💕
DISCLAIMER: You may find some themes in this offending or inappropriate, so read at your own risk 💀
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Writing Challenge 2020 Day 4: write a story about family conflict
“I’m telling you, grounding her is not the best option,” Kira’s mum gently stated, placing an arm on her husband’s shoulder.
“And I’m telling you, grounding her is the only option,” her father growled.
Me, a young girl of about fifteen, wiped tears from her eyes and watched fearfully as my parents argued over my punishment.
“Maybe sending her to Aunty Lola’s might be a better option?” Susan, Kira’s mum, suggested.
I didn’t want to go to Aunty Lola’s. I wanted to get away, but not to her’s.
I wanted to get away from Windvale School for the Elite. The elite, what was that even supposed to mean?
What had happened that night, I had to get away…
1 week ago
“Come on, it’s just one sniff,” the girls burst into fits of laughter, their perfectly manicured hands placed dantily infront of their mouths.
“I don’t want to,” I whispered, my voice croaky and my hands quivering.
“I dare you.”
The queen bee, Mel, had spoken. Now there was nothing I could do except sniff the line of white powder and pray the side effects weren’t as awful as they were said to be.
No one said no to Melony Winters, it was like signing your own death wish.
As soon as I had consumed the drug, a weird sense of euphoria came over me.
A calm in the storm that was my brain, I relaxed. I let down my strong, reinforced barriers, opening a floodgate of secrets.
Secrets that if got out, could destroy me.
I would do anything to keep them from getting out, just how far I wold go is the question.
“She has to get away from here!” My father roared, his hands firmly gripping the edges of the table.
My mother’s lips were trembling and she rubbed her fingers in a harsh circle on the side of her head as she nursed her on-coming migraine.
I bit down on my bottom lip hard, so hard the metallic taste of blood was all I could think about, bring an onslaught of memories, memories from that night.
My father was right, I did have to get away from here but not where he wanted me to get away to.
I needed to get away to somewhere far, far away where I could have a fresh start.
I needed to get away to a place where Melony’s last breath and last words didn’t haunt my mind constantly, to no avail.
I’m not going to lie to you guys, this was really tricky to write! First of all, I don’t usually write this sort of genre (I’m not sure what genre you’d call this anyway – maybe mystery?😂) and I found it really hard to form the characters! 😅
I hope you enjoyed this! I promise you I will catch up and we will get back on schedule.
Did you like this story? What do you think Kira did? Would you continue reading this story if it was possible?
That’s a wrap 💖