I have a lot of troubles, such as going to school, homework, and parents’ ramble. They like the stars in the sky. I am afraid of the darkness. This is my biggest trouble. At night, I am fear of going out alone. And when my parents sleep, I even can’t go to the toilet. Therefore, I never drink water before sleep. And I always turn on the light when I am sleeping. I know it’s not good but I can’t sleep in the darkness.
I'm a middle school student. I’m upset these days because of my parents. They pay too much attention to my study. I have to report my test results to them every time. If I get good grades they will be happy and satisfied. But if not they will be worried about me, especially my mom. I never want to let her down, but she has made a plan for my future. I am very disgusted with it. I don't know what to do. I know they really love me. I also know knowledge is important for everybody. However, I can't stand they are always making me study. I'm really expected they can understand me.
Everyone has troubles, it said Debu false.
At school, I would happily like a little angel, but sometimes because of some classmates to tears.
At home, harsh mother nagging in my ear all day, not to ask me to do this examination paper, that is, asked me to do that in this exercise.
With the passage of time, to go from a one-year primary school students into a sixth-grade students. Those troubles is like an appointment with the like, and the waves hit me.
"Fang Fang! How can you not do their homework?" Mom stood before me, yelling. The sharp eyes stare at me. I expected something happened. I was silent for children, the brain are searching for an escape excuse. "Fang Fang, you hear!" Mom cried again, raising his voice. Suddenly I suddenly flash, with your eyes a bit inclined wall clock, Xipixiaolian's said: "It is now 9:30, and the bed, and morrow supplemented it." My mother a few lips twitch slightly, jumped out a few words to : "I do not care tonight you have to fill, plus one." I listened to this a heavy additional work, not help spit the tongue. Frustration
Remove the pen had made up.
I looked at a photo desk goes on, I think of friends together, happy hour, smile a cry: " 'Little Angel' is not happy today, yo!" Originally, I was a happy bird, and now like a locked up in cage of pigeons, I hope one day I can out of "cage" in the blue sky free to fly.