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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
Getting ready for school was a lot easier today—she had woken up a lot earlier and had made a foolproof plan to avoid the other presence within this house.
She would go out the window today.
The last time she had checked, her mother was completely passed out on the couch. She had prepared her breakfast the day beforehand, placing it on the coffee table beside the couch for when she woke up.
Nothing would stop her now—
"[name]!? Just what do you think you're doing!?"
Well, someone could stop her now.
She stepped away from the half-opened window, cringing upon being caught amid her previously foolproof plan. Before she could explain, her ear was grabbed by the woman behind her.
"Didn't I throw these away last time!?" She grabbed at the shirt of the school uniform, moving her hand to her daughter's face. She pinched her cheeks with a hand, moving her head side-to-side.
[name] could do nothing but take her mother's criticism—still, akin to a child's doll. "Oh my goodness, and, and your hair— what are you doing to it!?"
"I haven't done anything." She mumbled, attempting to free herself from the iron grip, but to no avail.
"It's clearly unhealthy!" Suddenly, her mother began dragging her out of her room, holding her by the arm.
"Wha— mom!"
[name] continued to cry out, attempting to walk against her mother's force. She felt an imminent doom as she got closer to the kitchen.
Why was she going to the kitchen?
She knew her mother was exaggerating (or was she?); it was a common occurrence when it came to anything about her appearance..
Sure, she could tolerate her hiding the food. Sure, she could ignore her entire closet being thrown in the trash.
