I was in my bedroom on a warm summer night. I had headphones on and music on full volume. But I still heard the loud bang downstairs. I was hoping the noise was just an accident. But I heard another bang. I sighed as I walked down the stairs. When I got downstairs, I saw my parents in the middle of the living room. Between them was a dark purple vase; the vase was all torn to pieces. “Harold! Stop wasting our money!” Mom shouted. “I'm not the one who wastes money, Julie!” Dad yelled. I looked at them angrily. It was August and my parents had been hostile since dad lost his job. I wanted to have a normal summer. Road trips, camping and lots of fun, but that's not happening anytime soon. I grabbed my favorite teal sweater and put it on. “You know, sometimes: “I closed the door behind me while they were talking. The air outside was fresh and the stars twinkled brightly in the sky. I walked down the street to Mindy's house. I usually went there when my parents argued. I was hoping they would stop fighting because I knew they were planning a divorce and I really love them both. When I arrived at Mindy's house, I knocked on the oak door and Mindy's mom opened the door and let me in with a sweet smile. “Hi Victoria. What brings you here on a beautiful night?" Mindy's mom said. As soon as she said that, Mindy came downstairs. "I'm here for a sleepover" I said. It was a lie, but I was counting on Mindy to understand and accept it "Yes. Mom, Victoria is here for a while" Mindy cleared her throat and finished the sentence "Sleepover" "Okay, that's fine with me and your dad, but next time you have to tell us" Mindy nodded in agreement. agreement and motioned for me to go upstairs. I came in... halfway through the paper... when I woke up I saw a nurse next to me. She left the room as soon as I woke up my parents and a doctor came. My mother's eyes were red and a little swollen. My father looked as upset as my mother. My mother rushed towards me and grabbed my hand. "I'm so sorry Mom's voice sounded frail. The doctor glanced at his notes. “Your left arm is broken and you have stitches on both arms. Plus you twisted your ankle.” The doctor said it quickly and left the room as soon as I told them about my injuries. I was about to explain everything to her but my mom stopped me. “We know everything,” I shook my head. I get it, Mindy must have told my parents. "Mindy's home-" "Victoria, we made a promise," Dad interjected. Mom glared at him but then shrugged. “Your mother and I will never argue or argue again.” "I smiled. It was a big promise but I knew they could handle it.