Maria (Note to readers: I tend to get distracted a lot, so bear with me.) I didn’t think there was any pain worse that my father leaving my family. Turns out that even though he was annoying most of the time, ( Yes Alex. I called you annoying. Big deal.) losing my older brother for even just a day was much more terrible. (There. You better Alex?) Even recalling the memory makes me devastated but I guess you want to hear my story. (See how emotional I got there, Alex. And you thought that I was someone who never felt emotion) The warm, (art colors, not literally) crunchy, beautiful leaves were drifting in the wind and the birds were chirping peacefully. Scratch that, they were, in my world, screaming at the world with their little, annoying, sharp beaks. Their songs sounded like a choir of sharpening knives and screeching children in discord. For those of you who don’t know music terms, discord means they don’t sound even close to okay together. Anyways, I stumbled groggily over to my bedroom door, grabbed my tan and chesnaught sandals with my long, flowy, chocolate hair getting in the way, and threw it, wait, chucked it with all of the anger that I felt for the birds. …show more content…
“And why did you just throw your shoes at those majestic creatures?” she pondered on, putting emphasis on majestic