As I come in from hanging outside it gets quiet as I walk into the house. I feel a cold shiver run through my body like a scaley snake. As my step dad and my mom walk down the stairs they both just look at me; my mom tells me to go up to my room. As I blast my msic into my ears I still here the screaming and yelling thats goes on down stairs. I start working on the drawing that I have been working on for days now. When I finish i show my mom she just ignors the picture and stares at step dad. I go up into my room and feel discourge as i floped onto my bed. I think, she didnt even care she didnt even care to take a quick glance at that picture. All the time I feel like this ignored and neglected.