Miguel O'Hara Summer

My parents had started arguing again, they had me fed up with their constant fights, I hated being at home, I hated school, my only refuge was the pond near the forest, there I could spend hours and hours without worrying, without hearing the screams or mockery of others.

I lit a cigarette to relax, mom would hang me if she saw me doing it, but I was alone or so I thought. I heard the sound of twigs breaking so I immediately put out the butt. - Shit, I thought you were my mother. Who are you? - I asked confused, I had never seen her before.