“Words Taken For Granted”
One day a young man, Jake, who was fourteen years old, came home from school in a terrible mood. He had failed a test that accounted for a big part of his literature grade, and to top it off he had after school detention for being tardy. This just wasn’t his day.
"Jake!" his mom yelled. "What are you doing? You know you’re supposed to do your chores right when you get home! And your behind isn’t in here!"
"I’m coming!" Jake yelled, getting up and making smart remarks under his breath.
"What?" he snapped as his mother, as she gave him a demanding look, annoyed.
"You'd better straighten up your attitude boy," his mom warned. "Don’t think I’m one of your little friends, you’ll be grounded in a quick second messing with me."
"Whatever." Jake began to throw around the dishes in the sink, trying to make as much noise as he possibly could. A plate cracked and cut his hand. Jake cursed.
"Jake!" his mom shouted. "How dare you use that language in my house! Go to your room right now!"
"No!" Jake yelled, throwing down the bloody towel he used to wipe his hand.
"Say 'no' one more time and see what happens!" his mom said enraged. She looked furious. To piss his mom off, Jake sarcastically murmured, “No."
"How dare you!" His mother slapped him. Jake stepped back, staring in amazement because his mom just hit him. She had never hit Jake before.
"I HATE YOU!" Jake screamed before running out of the house.
"Jake, get back here!" his mom yelled, running after him.
"Leave me alone!" Jake screamed, running across the street. "I HATE YOU!" he screamed again. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires, “BEEEEP”, a chilling scream swept through the neighborhood.
People crowded a body lying in the middle of the street, unresponsive and bloody.
"I hate you", were the last words remembered.
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