Ok slight change of turn, it's now pouring rain and I have to race home. I sigh and run out of the classrooms my books in my hand, my bag slung around my shoulder. I run pas our school bus, the one with all of my classmates in it. I hear the bus abrupt with laughter, as they see me outside freezing drenched in the rain. I continue to run until I can here the laughter no more.
I take the unpleasant key out of my back pocket and use it to unlock the pink door. I slam the door behind me and walk past my parents which are in the kitchen, walk up the stairs and throw my soggy drenched homework books on my bed. As I slowly trudge down the stairs and complain that my bag is to small they sigh and say 'figure it out yet yourself, we have no money.'
I re trudge back up the stairs in defeat and plop off my shoes as I close my eyes tight shut.
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The young orphane
AdventureI was mute, I was scared, but not of what everyone thought I was scared of. They tried for years to get me to talk, when all they had to do was say please.
