The Storms There I was, sitting on my bed listening to music. I was listening to Katy Perry. My room was filled Cavs posters even though I live in California. My parents are Golden State Warrior fans and they try to convince me to be too, but I always refuse. They were talking about her cancer while I started crying and petting my dog Jeffry. Jeffryś fur felt so wiry and fuzzy. It made me feel better and the music blocked out the noise my parents were making. Finally they both went to bed and I put Jeffry in his cage even though I didn’t want to be alone. I knew Jeffry didn't want to either by the way he was whining and the look he gave me. That night we heard my mom crying, my dad and I ran in to see what was wrong. We drove her to
