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BOY RACER

He squinted as the morning sun sliced in through the curtains onto his face. He rose and outstretched his arms sighing. He turned to his desk where his clock lay to check the time. Beside his clock was a half-eaten pizza from the night before and a pile of very dirty clothing. He slithered out of his bed and walked over to his desk. He picked up a slice of pizza and carefully examined it. He took a bite, but immediately spat it out because of the horrible taste. He replaced it and walked leisurely to his bed where a pair of jeans and a pullover lay casually on the floor. He took his pajamas off and threw them onto the floor and slipped on his jeans and pullover. This was a very normal, unplanned morning for Ben.

        Ben stumbled into the kitchen and passed his mother making no attempt to say good morning. It was as if she was not there. He sat down and ordered for a cup of tea, “Get me a cup of tea now!”

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“What did you say,” his mother shouted. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that.”

“Whatever, just get it,” he demanded again.

“No! Get up and get I yourself.”

“Forget you. I’m going out.”

“Come back here, don’t you dare walk away from me.”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“The way you drive you’re going to kill yourself.”  

A big bang sounded as the front door slammed shut. Ben’s mother thought nothing of the row because they were regular occurrences. Despite the fact that Ben and his mother were very arrogant and stubborn and despite ...

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