I don't quite remember how this happened or when exactly; maybe a few days ago. I don't even remember what it was about. Something about me coming home late all the time or my attitude... whatever it is this time, to be honest I'm used to it by now. The same thing happens every day of my life and I no longer seem to care what my family says about me. All I remember is storming out of the house, but I don't remember coming back. I woke up this morning to find myself at my best friend's house, but I don't remember going to her house either, but I'm home now. . She was sitting in the room waiting for me to wake up and when I did, the first thing I noticed was the handmade chair in her room; the back is curved outwards and the feet are engraved with an elegant floral pattern; girly items aren't really my style but I like the chair. After studying the chair for a few seconds, I looked Hannah in the eye and asked her how I got here. Even though I was interested, I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying. Turns out the argument happened yesterday and it was around the time I got home the night before, just like I thought it would. Apparently, after I stormed out of the house, I took a bus to her house and told her everything. It all happened while we were having dinner and after Hannah told me what happened or at least what I told her last night, I'm starting to remember what happened but I still don't remember what made my parents start.* **************************The family of four sat around from the dining table and was eating a homemade dinner of chicken, peas and rice, then Sophie's mother asked Hannah, "So where were you yesterday and why did you come home so I. .. in the middle of a paper ...... h to understand it ************* *************** Sophie had it. enough of arguing with her parents, so she got up and calmly said, "Thanks for the meal, mom," took her plate to the kitchen and then said, "I'm going to go do my homework." Sophie remained silent and watched her silently disappear down the stairs, carrying her schoolbag and file.*************** ************Since , I haven't talked to my parents much but that's okay. I know it sounds heartless, but I don't care because I'm so used to being in this situation. I know it's wrong that I raised my voice when I spoke to my parents, especially since I did it to cover up my lie, but I don't see the point in apologizing. I can't change what happened last night but it will soon be forgotten and I will start talking to my parents normally again, just like they will with me. I know this.