Divorce: A Fictional Narrative
I slowly gripped the railing as I quietly walked down the creaking stairs and my mom broke the heartbreaking news. Nervous, nervous about what was going to happen next because I have never experienced anything close to what is happening now. Divorce.
“Lexi can you come downstairs?” My mom asked
“Coming mom,” I said as I walked down the creaking stairs.
My mom sat me down on the red, fur like couch. Why does my mom have a weird look on her face? It almost looks like she is scared to tell me whatever she is going to tell me. I thought. She said she had to tell me something important. I knew that when she said that it meant that it was something really important.
Then my dad came walking down the stairs. Now they both looked like they
“Lexi can you come downstairs?” My mom asked
“Coming mom,” I said as I walked down the creaking stairs.
My mom sat me down on the red, fur like couch. Why does my mom have a weird look on her face? It almost looks like she is scared to tell me whatever she is going to tell me. I thought. She said she had to tell me something important. I knew that when she said that it meant that it was something really important.
Then my dad came walking down the stairs. Now they both looked like they