A really bad horror story“Sarah!” we bellowed once again. “When we find Sarah, she’s dead!” Moira said exasperated. “Only Sarah world do something as stupid as to separate herself from the rest of the group in the middle of the woods.” “Yeah,” muttered Leigha. Leigha, Moira, Sarah, and myself had decided to go camping. It had been a great trip, until now that is. “Can’t we just leave?” Moira asked. “You know, we can’t just leave her here, Moira.” I said. “I know, I know.” she replied sulkA really bad horror story
The overlooked father“We shall be back soon, look out for each other while we’re gone”, I say to my darling children, Hansel and Gretal. I feel horrible as these words cross my lips , this is the first lie I’ve ever told my children and probably the last time I will ever speak to them or see them again. My wife nudges me, a signal to exit. As I get up to leave I take a final look at their faces. I feel a twinge of pain as I see them looking at me, wondering why I’m so sad. I turn around. I can see a smile forming on my wife’s face. She has never liked my children and is not overly distraught to see them go. As we walk away, exiting the woods, I feel my eyes fillThe overlooked father
Sick of crap....
As for why teens make everything a drama I think it is for giving their lives a meaning, or just trying to catch some attention.
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