Chapter 9

I wanted to slam my head against a wall. I’ve reread my novel three times, yet I still couldn’t figure out the ending. I felt like I was going to crash before even having a chance to fly. I wanted to throw my computer but figured a break would be better. Besides, I need a sandwich.

Mom and Dad were trying to finish decorating the house and the tree, which looked amazing. They both smiled at me as I made my way to the kitchen. Dad was untangling the lights as he followed me into the kitchen, “How’s the writing going?” He asked; I gave him a look as I pulled out the ingredients for my sandwich. “Sophia?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, throwing my sandwich together. Mom walked in and placed her hands on her hips,

“We’ll be having dinner in a few hours, Sophia, if you’d rather wait.” She suggested. I smiled,

“Thanks, but I’m starving,” I told her, grabbing a drink from the fridge and moving to the table.

“Okay,” Dad said, grabbing some water from the fridge. “Well,