chapter 2

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The person I see is my social worker Rick Smith whom I only see when my parents or school call him saying that my anger has gotten out of control. As far as I know no one has called him so why is he here? I walk up to him and say "why are you here rick?", he looks down at me and says "follow me I will take you home" he then starts to walk out the door I soon follow him out the door. While on the drive home he didn't say a word and that is very uncommon for him to do. Him being quite worrys me but I wouldn't tell him or anyone else.

I go up to my door and I then take out my keys while rick is parking his car. I put my keys into the lock to my house then unlock the door. I walk through the door, then rick follows into my house after me. I sit on the couch in my home "Rick what's going on?" He looks at me sadly and says "your parents are dead" I chuckle lightly. "Those damn fools got what they deserved" I stand up and go into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

"What is wrong with you shouldn't you be feeling grief or shock of the news of their death?!" He yells while quickly standing up. "Why should I feel things like that for people who would beat and starve me?" I then look at him in his eyes.

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