ount of money for school, and I had used it to buy a set of colored pencils an

he trash. She stormed into my room, h

t the money for th

for school supplies,

stole it! I know you stole m

didn' t ask any questions. H

e thieves in thi

head. The force of it sent me stumbling backwards. My head hit the corn

yelled, her face close to

head throbbed. I didn't know wha

out, the lie tasting li

y way to make

burst open and Britt

ell down outside an

replaced by frantic concern. My parents rus

! Where does it hu

We need to clean

ching them fuss over Brittany' s tiny, insignificant scrape. They gently cleaned her kn

face was cold and hard again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a s

," he said, his voice void of any warmt

hard and cold. I slowly unwrapped it and put it in my mouth. My lip was split from where my mom ha

ut into the

bruise forming on my cheekbone and the way I wa

appened,

k. I just pointe

at my parents in the living room. "How could you? Ho

omething about me being difficult, and then the fr

. The missing art supplies were tucked neatly under

voice hoarse and shak

rite doll and ran out of the room, leaving me alo