3A – Describe a place of refuge or a safe retreat. May/June 2007 Paper 3
Here we go again. I sit there wishing my sterile, bare walls that stood completely unaffected were a little more efficient at blocking out sound. I snatch my favorite violet speckled pillow and pull it over my head in vain as I try to block out my mother’s high pitched, shrieking voice. I wish they would stop fighting for once. Ever since dad lost his job last month, things have gone downhill. He comes home, wasted beyond belief and mom sits in the living room like a prey ready to pounce to greet him once he enters. Greet him with a lecture of course. Some days it gets out of control. My intuition tells me today is going 2 be one of those days. As if on cue, I suddenly hear a piercing crash. Mom has thrown the glass vase and I can just picture it lying defenseless in a hundred tiny shards, scattered hopeless on the living room floor. This is it. I can not take it anymore.