Surviving In the Most Horrible Times

   I can't do it anymore. My dad beats my mom almost everyday.  She lets it go on for some reason. School to me is like a safe heaven. School though had just ended for the year two days before.  My friends are sometimes the only thing I think that keep me alive. I would say I look pretty good. I have blonde hair, blue eyes,skinny, tall, small nose, fifteen, and smart.  I look up at the ceiling to my room. I don't really go downstairs only when I have to. My room is huge. Its a green with girls everywhere.   I hear screaming. I know my mom and dad are arguing.  I wont let my dad hit my mom anymore. I know that it is wrong and usually jump in. I slowly walk downstairs. I just stand on the stairs and listen.I hear my mom scream. My dad starts punching her. I run down the stairs.  I run at my dad. I punch him. After that I grab the beer bottle sitting on the computer desk and hit him with it. He falls to the ground. I look up at my mom. She is blonde, skinny, small nose, thirty four, soft skin, and tall. Her face is bruised.  She was wearing a sweat shirt and a pair of pants.  My dad laid on the floor bleeding. He had black hair, fat, blue eyes, huge nose, and also tall. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. 

" Get your things were leaving. I'm not getting punched anymore. " My mom said. She smiled even.

" Where we going ? " I ask in shock. 

" Somewhere your dad will never find us. " My mom says, rushing me to go upstairs.

I run upstairs and grabs a huge bag. I throw my clothes, iPod, charger for phone, charger for iPod, boxers, shorts, jeans, shirts, notebooks and pictures of my friends. I walked over to my parents room. My mom had her bag packed and was ready to go. She pulled out plane tickets.

" We're moving to Florida. " My mom said.

" With grandma and grandpa ? " I ask. I didn't mind that she wanted to move. My friends will understand or at least I hope. 

" Yup. Okay don't forget your phone were leaving now got to get to the airport. " She said. 

We closed the door and got into the car. As we drove down the road farther I looked back one last time. My dad was looking at us smiling. He just waved. It scared me a little. He just had the look in his eyes like he wanted revenge.