Well, there is a little bit of stuff I’m not sure you want to read. Enjoy.
Mira sat at the table, her eyes glistening from holding back tears. She held out her math page to her father.
“ONE PROBLEM WRONG?!” her father roared. “What is wrong with you? You are a disgrace to our name!”
Her father reached out to slap her, and Mira quickly pushed away from the table. Mira had had enough. Even though she knew her father didn’t mean to sound so harsh, she needed to get away. To fly away from her troubles. Why couldn’t she be perfect? She was a disgrace. Mira pushed the back door open and slammed it shut behind without a second thought. She could hear her dad yelling behind her, but she couldn’t discern the words. Not that she wanted to, anyway.
After running into the woods behind her house, Mira scrambled up a tall tree. She knew he would find her there. A Red-Tailed Hawk glided onto the mossy branch she was sitting on.
“Mira, what’s wrong?” the hawk said.
“Nothing. Nothing at all, Crimson.”
“Mira, I can tell when something’s wrong. I’m not blind.”
Mira couldn’t hold back any longer. She spilled everything. Her love to write, her fears of her father monopolizing her life, her fear of doing something wrong, so many things she had to throw in a box and bury were reopened.
“Mira, I don’t want to say sorry. That doesn’t help, I know. But just know I’m here for you for anything at all.” Crimson said.
“Thank you, Crimson,” Mira said starting to smile. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
And, done! Thanks for reading!