ran outside clutching the money my dad gave me for ice cream, tight in my hand. I saw the group sitting
across the rolling hills, and a calm wind blows on my face. Soon the day will begin . . . another long
it 's time to go!” My sister vanessa yelled at me as I was packing the last of my things . I was fifteen
gossip about my old babysitter which made me think of a particular summer morning, bookmarked in my long-term
a silent but heavy cry, the physical cracking of my innocent heart. All things that I felt, but hid,
Then my world fell apart. A piercing scream filled the air, one that I will never forget. It was my mother’s
finally decided to have the have the guts and ask my mom the question I had been wanting to ask her. Growing
When my son was ten years old, he asked me if I had ever been bullied before, or if I’d ever bullied
Could you possibly not glare at Joanie like that?” My father asked cautiously in the middle of dinner.
child, I always used to think that my parents were indestructible. In my eyes, there was absolutely nothing