Hating Life/Angry

This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. ​

by Evie and someone else

It has been ten days since mom disappeared. The last thing she said was "I hate your father never trust him, and run. Run faster and faster as far away as you can and don't look back." I did what she said and look she's gone. I wish I had taken her with me. 

It hurts when I think about Mom, I'm angry with her, and yet she's my only shelter in the world. Dad is less confusing. I don't want to be anywhere near him. 

And that's why I keep running. To get away. I have no place to go, but I won't stop running. It's the only way I can deal with the anger. 

This is my life no. I hate it, but I hate everything else too. I can't go home. Home holds only more anger, more pain.
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