Part IIII

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     As I climb through my room window I see my mom. Standing, staring, scowling. "Why are you in my room?" I say.
     "The question is, why did you just get in your room....through the window?" Mom says.
     I feel like she is towering over me and if I make a move the tower will fall down on me. "I told you. I went to see Jack!" I yell. Why doesn't she understand? I-I whatever. She will never know how I feel about Jack.
     "You never asked me you little sh*t!"
{sorry for the language. I just want to express how evil Ashely's mother is in the story.}
     "It's not like you care! I never had to ask you for anything else. All you do all day is drink and yell at dad! Why does it matter now?" I say, holding in my cry.
     "I'm tearing down those vines. If you jump out of your window you'll break a leg so you won't make it far." She says with a smirk.
     "Ok. Now get out!" I say while slamming the door as she leaves. Great! How will I meet Jack? I have to jump. Oh! I can throw pillows down on the ground where I can jump.
     My bags packed and I'm ready to go. I jump down. Thank goodness I didn't hurt myself. I pick up my bag and run not looking back to see my forever gone house. My adventure begins. 1...2...3...now!

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