-This is based on few events that I have gone through,and two of my best friends have gone through-
I stood looking out my living room window,as my mother and step-father yelled back and forth at eachother.Everytime they fought it was about something so petty.I closed the brown satin curtains and went to my kitchen and out the backdoor.I exited my gate and saw Chris shooting some hoops in his backyard.
"You don't hear them?" I say sitting in my lawn chair.
"Yeah,but I'm used to my mom and Clinton doing the same thing." I roll my eyes and take off my flip flops.I walk over to the edge of my pool and put my feet in.
"When's your big game?" I ask him.
"Saturday at 1 so don't be late." He says laying the basketball in his gate and coming into my backyard.
"I won't." I say swinging my feet back and forth.
"Promise?" He asks sitting next to me.
"I promise." I lay my head on his shoulder and look at us in the reflection of the water.
Little did he know,that promise would be broken