*It's beautiful outside* I thought to myself. The beach has always been one of my favorite places especially walking along the shoreline. It's my special place where I can have peace and be able to think unlike home.

Is it even called a home anymore? The beach is definitely more of my home than being stuck in that place. All they ever do is fight and fire back at each other.

It's been like that ever since mom found out that dad cheated on her. I don't even know what to do when they fight. That's why I rather be outside where the air is breathable and not suffocating.

It sucks even more when your the only child since you have no one to talk to and rant to. I rather keep my problems to myself than tell my friends about it. You never know when they can turn on you and use it against you.

I am Julissa white and this is my story