Not really sure... Guess you'll just have to read it and find out...
In the security of my room, I listened to their screaming.
"Why am I the one who's always wrong!?" my mom yelled.
"That's not what I said!" Dad shouted back.
"Well say it again and set me straight... I'm always wrong, aren't I?" Mom screamed.
Something glass broke and shattered. Their fight raged on for another twenty minutes when a light tap on my window startled me back into the real world. I slid open my window for the boy outside.
"What?" I asked rudely.
"Do you know who's apartment that is?" he asked, pointing to the living room window several yards to the right of mine, the one with the fighting couple. It appeared like he was going to crack a joke about them, but I ruined it.
"Yeah, those are my parents. Mind if I join you out here?" I asked glumly.
He looked ashamed and was ready to apologize and beg for my forgiveness, but I interrupted him.
"Hey, you're that new kid, right?"
"Yeah... Listen, I'm really really sorry, I had no idea that--"
"Stop, right there. Before you go on, I have two rules. First of all, never apologize for a mistake like that. Second, if you tell anyone at school about this, I swear to God I will carve your tongue out of your throat with your own teeth. Are we clear?" The poor guy was stunned silent, but he nodded...
"So, what's your name kid?"
"Sam. And your name?"
"I'm Nikki. Nice to meet ya."
Without the glare from my window, I could see Sam clearly. He had sandy blond, curly hair and intense, bright blue eyes. He wore khakis and a brown T-shirt with the arms ripped off. He was muscular, almost reminding me of a surfer.
"So, where are you from?" I asked, just to keep the conversation going. It was the only thing keeping me from crying.
"Just around..." I smirked and looked down at the street. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's fine... You don't have to tell me."
"Good, I won't tell you."
"Good." I replied.
"GET OUT!" My mom screamed. A dog across the street began barking. My smile faded, and I buried my face in my hands.
"I wish I knew what I could say, but I'm not sure. I know what you're going through, though. It's tough stuff," he tried, but his attempt at comforting me failed miserably.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sam got up to leave, but I stopped him. "Can you stay?" I pleaded. He looked back at his window and nodded.
"Yeah, I can stay." He gave me a weak smile.
"Thanks... You must think--"
"I don't think anything except that you have extremely long hair." He interrupted me.... I laughed; I mean, I really laughed for the first time in a week.
"You're really sweet, you know? Most people would just give this apartment a dirty glare, and wish we would move out; but you... " I let the sentence drop with a sigh.
I leaned my head against cold metal bars of the fire escape. After a few minutes, I must have fallen asleep, because I couldn't remember anything else.