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Arson had just come home from a long day at school. As she opened the door, she was immedietly hit with the yelling of her mother, directed at the home computer. "You stupid little-"

Before she could hear anything too bad, Arson slammed the front behind her. She knew her mother would probably hear, so she ran to the neighbor's backyard.

She sat down against the fence, feeling the wood slide through her sweater and sting her back.

She wishes things were different. She wishes her mother understood. It was so hard. Her gaze drifted to a sharp rake, only a few inches away from her.

Just this once. She wouldnt do too much damage. Just this once.

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Does she understand shes too good for them? Its because of her mother, isnt it? Its a shame her father can't stay for too long. He has a job to do.

She does too. She plays a part.

...

I don't think she understands.