After I got home from school my day was going pretty well, until… my mom and dad had entered the quiet house. They both were coming back from work and It was five o’clock and all I heard was terrifying, and intense arguments from the kitchen. It was so loud that the whole neighborhood could probably hear it, because that’s all my brother, sister, and I heard In our far away bedrooms. I kept complaining to my brother and sister how annoyed I was. I figured out that they were annoyed too.

My siblings and I went out there and kept saying “please stop, please s”- “go to your room,” They broke in. So we dragged ourselves unhappily to my bedroom. We tried to do several things to distract ourselves from listening to them fight: went on our phones, played the game, but, nothing worked.
“Are they ever going to stop.” I complained again. My mom yelled,
“Get out of my house.”
At that moment, I felt angry but sad at the same time.  Wow is it really the end for them?
Then, I heard him packing up all of his clothes, and other items and putting them in his bag. then the door slammed shut. 
“Why did he leave.” We mumbled
“We didn’t even get to say bye”.
After all of the tears, I realized that they weren’t going to get back together, because they did this all the time. I was frightened of them not being together because I was scared of the future and them getting with someone else.
Eventually we started seeing him again and it turned out to be ok with them not being together. Also I learned that parents aren’t always going to be together and that when they are together you have love them the most you can because you never know what could happen in the future.