-I continue towards my house. My moms on the porch she looks mad.- Hey mom... You useless bitch! You never do anything right -she's drunk. Her hand hits my face. I turn and run back into the woods.-
-I climb up into a tree and sit on a branch. I take my glove off and stare at the scar of the number 2-
-I flick my wrist a gust of wind knocking the knife away. I jump down and land nimbly in front of her. I look at her with caring eyes-
(ignore my jumping down part then) -I jump down and land nimbly in front of her. I look at her with caring and understanding eyes-
(oh. Scratch my last post then lmao) -I kneel down and look into her eyes- "You look like you could use a friend..."