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One day a girl, Sara, who was fifteen 

years old, came home from school in a 

very bad mood. She'd had a fight with 

her best friend that day and it hadn't 

turned out well at all.

"Sara!" her mom yelled. "What are you 

doing? You know to do your chores 

right when you get home! And you're 

late!"

"Coming, Mom!" Sara yelled, getting up 

and stomping towards the kitchen. 

"What?" she snapped as her mother 

gave her a stern look, annoyed.

"You'd better straighten up your attitude, 

young lady," her mom warned, "or you'll be 

grounded." "Whatever." Sara began to throw 

around the dishes in the sink, trying to make 

as much noise as she possibly could. A plate 

cracked and cut her hand. Sara cursed.

"Sara!" her mom exclaimed. "How dare you 

use that language! Go to your room!"

"No!" Sara yelled, throwing down the towel she 

was using to wipe the blood off her hand. 

"Do you want to say 'no' one more time and 

see what happens?" her mom asked. 

"Sure," Sara said sarcastically. "No."

"How dare you!" Her mother slapped her.

Sara shrank back, staring incredulously at her 

mom. She had never hit Sara before. 

"I HATE YOU!" Sara screamed before running 

out of the house.

"Sara, get back here!" her mom yelled, 

running after her. "Leave me alone!" Sara 

screamed, running across the street. "I HATE 

YOU!" she screamed again.

She continued running until she heard the 

sound of screeching tires and a scream. She 

turned around, hoping that it wouldn't be what 

she thought it would be....

People were crowding around Sara's mother, 

who was laying in the middle of the street, 

looking broken, bloody. "NOOOO!" Sara 

screamed, running over and pushing through 

everyone to kneel by her mom. "Oh no, oh 

no...." 

Her mom wasn't moving or breathing. She was 

gone. Sara tipped back her head and wailed to 

the sky, sobbing so hard it hurt.

She couldn't believe the last words she had 

spoken to her mother were "I hate you".

To everyone out there who tells your parents 

or friends you hate them, or any other rude 

thing, remember it might be the last thing you 

ever say to them.

About The Author-

Lidia Vena was born on December 13, 1998. 

She had always wanted to be an author, and 

StoryJumper full-filled her dream. She has one 

older sister, and a dog, that was killed by a 

coyote last weekend. Please have him in your 

thoughts. 

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