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'I got a feeling' I sing while my earphones pierce into my ear drums. I clench my fist, turning the music up louder and louder, until it can't go up no more. Hoping to block out the noise that my parents are making. 'Thought they would be done by now,' I say to myself, 'you know; the throwing and yelling.'
This has gone on for weeks. My parents are special people, me not so much. I live in a big town called LA, yep I live in America, not somewhere in Europe or South America or even Canada. Even though people say 'oh your so lucky to live where the big movie stars are' , no I don't live there; I live in a small apartment upstairs to a bakery. I love it. 'Bang' I hear just out side of my door.
I also hear "please don't do this, think of the kids" I open the door a crack, just enough to see what's going on. I look over to my right and see my sisters door open and that she's doing the same thing. She looks up at me with a depressing look on her face. My sister is a year older than me, even though it seems like I'm the older one. She is very shy around people. Her name is Megyn Gale and I'm Spencer Gale, my moms Ella Gale and dad; Owen Gale.
The people fighting are my mom and dad.
I shut the door and take my head phones off, I can still hear the music playing without the head phones. But just a faint noise. I slowly creep down the hall hoping my mom or dad will not see me, thankfully they don't. I rush out the bakery not even grabbing a muffin because I'm late for school. I take my bike and ride though the allies of Los angles'.
" Hey Bill" I say.
"Hi Spencer" he says back in a weird kind of way; these Ho-Bo's are alley people - they're hoping to get some pocket change or a jelly donut. I put my bike near the pole and rap my chain around it, I don't have a lock because they cost money and I don't have that, so hopefully they'll see the chain and think it's locked 😎.

I walk in to class - my bag is ripped so I have to hold my books by hand, and I can't buy a new bag because that costs money too. I sit down and this is where the all the magic happens....

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