With a nagging mother, a lazy father and a self obsessed brother, my life couldnt get any worse

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Everyday was a normal day for me; I’d wake up early, have a shower, get dressed, set out to school and see the same woman, sitting in the same place every day at the same time- but it wasn’t such a big deal for me, until one day, that woman was the one who made my ‘normal life’ not so normal…

School was always an uplift to the day, seeing my friends and boyfriend was far better than my life at home which was always a disaster. With a nagging mother, a lazy father and a self obsessed brother, my life couldn’t get any worse. Locking myself in my room was the solution I always looked at.

So school was my life really; however I always had this strange encounter, since I could remember, with this woman who sat on the bench on the side of my road, as she would be tere every single morning and every single afternoon when I came home. Im sure she wasn’t homeless because she always had the latest designer wear on, but this didn’t cross my mind. I would step out my house early in the morning and she would be sitting there, ready to pounce on me like a hound dog, and everyday I would feel the pressure of her beady eyes follow me until I had reached the end of the road and turned the corer. It may seem as a coincidence, but to be there everyday when I get back as well would make a person feel a little stalked. She sweetly smiles as I hurry past, smiling back politely. I don’t understand why she always there, and when ask my mother, she tells me its nothing- so I trust her judgement, and carry on with my life.

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As the sun beams through my eye lids, forcing them to open, I make my way to the bathroom to get ready for my school day ahead of me. I set out the house, and as usual, see the woman there, greeting me with an innocent smile. I quickly walk on, not returning the smile. Although the sun shined somenly, I was not in the mood to give any smiles away. Moodily I walked to school, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten my pass. I stomped my way back to my house, taking a short cut through the park ...

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