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I had made some scrambled eggs, as it seems that was all we had in the house. It was now about 7:06, about 15 minutes until mom gets home. I take my dishes and put them in the sink, washing off whatever was left on them, and I grab my backpack and head down to the basement.
The basement was my room, my hideaway, my "Balloon-Cave," if you will. It looked a little ugly when I first moved down there when I was about 12, as opposed to my old room. I moved out because the roof had collapsed in on that room, and we didn't have a lot of money to fix it. The walls were made of chipped concrete, but I did my best to spice them up with posters, paintings, and notes. I had a dusty old mirror on the back of the wooden door, it worked for what little purpose it served. I don't like looking at myself, my ginger, curly unkempt hair and brown eyes remind me of my father, who also had ginger hair and brown eyes, but my mother gave me the curly hair. I had my own bathroom, which was nice, but the tiles were a little moldy and the mirror in there was broken. I can't remember how exactly it was broken, but I know that I was having a breakdown when it happened. My bed sat in the corner of the room, pale blue sheets and a quilt made of many different colors. The bed frame was old and worn down, it occasionally gave me splinters when I worked at the white desk that sat right next to it. I had a beanbag and a couch on the other side of the room, though they aren't ever used by anyone other than me. I had a TV there as well, but the best word to describe it was dated. A big body shape. It didn't work for anything other than playing a Wii, as well.
I sat on the beanbag with a sigh, dropping my backpack next to me. I felt an unease rising in my gut again, and that's when I heard the door open. I stayed relatively quiet, listening as her footsteps lead to the kitchen, and I heard the cupboard being shut. I assume she's drinking and decide to lock my door and just stay here. I look over to my desk, a little drawing and music wouldn't hurt. My earbuds begin to play music as I get out a piece of paper.
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+BURST+ (Inanimate Insanity) (REWRITE)
FanfictionInanimate High School. Population; too many. For some kids, it's also known as Hell, but things begin to change when someone new enrolls. The new face gets caught in the crossfire between an outcast, a bully, and a bystander, and lines must be drawn...
