I sniff and trudge off to my room, then collapse on my bed.
I punch a pillow and cry. "Why?" I say.
"Why?" Some white and black sparks shoot out of my palms, and birds suddenly are in the room, then fly out the broken window.
I punch a pillow and cry. "Why?" I say.
"Why?" Some white and black sparks shoot out of my palms, and birds suddenly are in the room, then fly out the broken window.