"Get out!" she spat in my face. I stared deep into her eyes, darkness tainted the once green colour. "Fine!" I ran up upstairs, my footsteps stamping down hard. Heavy strides following like a shadow. "NO! Get out!" she grabbed my shirt and pulled me back down the stairs. I fell backwards, tumbling down every step hitting my head. Each thud was like a hammer to my head. Tears started to gather in my eyes. I didn't look her in the eyes. Just ran out the door, and slammed it shut behind me.

I might of disappointed her, but I'd never thought my Mum would kick me out of the house at the age of 15...