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The quiet is unbearble. The curtain ripples a little in the wind and its cold but getting up takes energy. The dying sun peers meekly through a crack in the curtain and it luminates a part of my new room. I stare at my desk with the homework I cant do piled up high. The pretty orange-pink light throws the work into a good perspective. Perhaps I can do it.
Then you start to shout and I can hear you from here. Sharp, angry words cutting me deeper than I ever could. It kills me, I started yet another argument. A tear rolls down my cheek and I cant even be bothered to reach for something sharp. Its all just bollocks, the whole world, everything that happens. Another tear rolls down my cheek and I look at the door, hating that ive locked it, hating whats behind it. Hating him. Then the handle turns ahnd I know it them trying to come in. I get up, wiping my cheek and let in my sisters. They're upset, confused. I smile and reassure them and hug them. I get out the monopoly box. They smile and laugh, forget all about you shouting. Im glad, becasue they dont deserve it. Its my fault.
I watch them playing, making enough noise to drown you out. And Im glad. I hated the silence...
I see the homework. Forget it... they say Im not trying. But they have no idea.... no idea at all.
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sorry, i just love that face!! 
oh! its a bomb! oops 
that ones cool. yeah... anyway, thanks!!!