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I sang in the old warehouse trying 2 forget what all about the world. I just wanted to scream and shout and let it all out. It soon became late and I had school tomorrow. I jumped on my bike and rode home. When I got home Lucy still wasn't there she probably went to the club and started doing some junk. I went in to the kitchen and Kevin was paying the bills while drinking a bottle of beer. "Make dinner" he said in a gruff voice. I did what he said slowly but I did it. I made steak and put on a plate. I put in front of him then he looked at it. "What is this stuff?". "It's steak". "This ain't how you cook steak!" then he threw it on the floor and I gasped. Then he slapped across the face 5 times then he turned around and continued his work. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I hated my uncle he abused me like crazy. I ran to my room and buried my self in my bed. How could my life get any worse?

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