'' Do not touch Mr.Fuzzle puff!!!!!'' My Mother screamed with great anger and fury as I put down her precious Mr.Fuzzle puff,a snowman from her giant snowman collection.''Psycho.''I mumbled under my breathe.''What did you say, Vicki?'' She hissed. ``Nothing.'' I growled. I walked back to my room, cursing at my crazy snowmen collecting Psycho Mother.Everywhere I looked there was a snowman looking at me with it's tiny plastic eyes.
It was so creepy living with Mom.
''It's not even winter time,It's the middle of August'' I remembered saying that from an argument Mom and I had last summer.Our arguements were so pointless and useless...Almost as useless as I feel.I looked down at my shoe,noticing some sticky gum stuck to my shoe.''Ew.'' I said,absolutely disgusted. I looked up only to find my half brother,Gabe playing with his gum and laughing at my shoe situation.
''Nice work,sis!'' He laughed.I scowled at him.'' Chill, Blair.I'm only joking.'' He said stepping away from me,almost tripping.He knew not to mess with me,especially today.
Today was the anniversary of the worst possible event,well events imaginable.Today is the anniversary of the day ''it'' happened.
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