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Pamela continued her way home on the muddy road with the box clutched tightly in her arms.

"I'm home!" Pamela called out as she opened the door to her house rubbing her sore, red nose. No reply.

She made her way to the kitchen, a note taped onto the microwave caught her attention,

Your father and I will be on business trip for two weeks, there's money on your desk.

~Mum

Upon reading the note, Pamela groaned,  dropping the note dramatically onto the ground, her parents are always on business trip, it sometimes made Pamela wonder if they ever loved her.

Pamela took out her phone and text her friends,

Parents out, one week sleep over starting tonight, cool box, come.
~Pam

The smell of fresh cool dirt was still on her, making her nose numb and her eyelids heavy, she falls onto the couch and went through the gates of dreamland...

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