When I got home from school my aunt was awake watching TV on the couch. When she saw me she turned it off and motioned for me to sit down. I sat down, looking at her suspiciously. " The principal called." She said. "Uhh, later!" I said as I attempted to walk away but my aunt made me sit back down. "Are you okay? It' been years since your p-" my aunt started. "Since my parents got shot. I know this conversation a million times and a million times I have told you, IM PERFECTLY FINE!" I said. "But your not. I'm sending you to a phyciatrist." My aunt said. "I DONT NEED A FLIPPING SHRINK! I. AM. FINE!" I argued.
Short chapter, dont have time for more. Bye.