omg hai there o u o

so i'm super bored, and i came across these 'challenges', and decided to be amazing and try one out.

and since i'm too much of a wimp to actually make this into a 'story', i just put it here, on a blog post, hidden away lewl /slapped

just a heads up, i write like a cow on crack. you have been warned.

"Was is something I did? What...what made you become...this monster?"

Hana listened, she listened attentively, to the woman who was screaming with that shrill voice of hers, tears filling her large doe eyes as well. 

She didn't mean to do it; she just wanted to get away. Get away from the overly cheerful yellows and the traffic-stopping reds. Get away from the head-throbbing repeats of simple phrases and words. Get away from the coloring worksheets and the broken, half-eaten crayons. Get away from those noisy classmates of hers, get away from this hell called Preschool. 

So she did what any rational, logical human being would do.

She threw a tantrum.

Well, according to Ms. Heyman, it wasn't a tantrum but a total classroom disturbance, hence the reason as to why Hana was no longer allowed to attend Shineville Daycare Center, as sorry as we are to say this.

So maybe Hana did decide to grab a bucket of that upsetting color of orange paint and smeared it all over Billy Matthews' clothes and face, but hey, he was the one who pushed her down into that mud puddle yesterday. And got her new dress, all pretty with its frills and delicate white fabric,  muddy, soaking, and no longer that beautiful and chic white color. Instead, Billy Matthews made her dress turn a horrific brown color; it was now just a dirty rag, used to wipe up countertops rather than the pretty dress it was meant to be. And maybe she did  just so happen to scream in a voice that rivaled the one that was currently screaming in her ear.

"Tell me. Tell me, was it something I did? Why did you do that?"

Hana didn't answer.

"Why, huh? Because you felt like it? Because you thought it was just great to make mommy come all the way from work just to pick you up? Because you thought it would be smart to make mommy go out and find another daycare for you?" Sarcasm was literally dripping from every syllable as her mother just about spat in her daughter's face from over-enunciating.

Hana didn't answer.

"TELL ME GODDAMMIT!"

A hard, painful sound resonated around the room. Hana grabbed her right cheek, which was quickly blooming into a very fleshy red color, swelling up every-so slightly. Her mother had lost her temper, and now, a tear fell from her left eye, smudging the once perfectly-applied mascara.

She wanted to say something, tell her mother why she did what she did, explain the situation at the daycare. But she couldn't; she knew that her mother wouldn't believe her, anyways. But that didn't stop the stabbing pain in her chest as she watched, helpless, as her mother continued to shed angry tears. All of those teardrops; all the hateful words, those were all directed towards Hana. To think she caused her mother this fury...

I promise, I'll be good next time. I promise.

Keeping shut like the normally obedient girl she was, Hana promised this to herself, and to her mother. And, unknowingly to the both of them, a small, silent tear drooped down her face, like a wilting daisy. She promised.

Sitting in the Principal's office alone wasn't the most relaxing of times, much less the greatest of times. Hana was dreading the moment those double doors would fly open; sitting in front of the Principal wasn't the problem, she could handle that staredown anytime, anyday. The fact that her mother, who just had to be contacted for a minor incident such as this, and had to take off work because of this, was utterly nerve-wracking.

And just like how Hana predicted, when those double doors flew open, it was her mother, angry and red in the face, who was standing behind them.

okei so this is still unfinished, so.... .__.

any feedback? feel free to drop them off down there (lol that totally doesn't sound weird)

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