Since I can't be stuffed to ask you all to criticise it individually..

And I KNOW that I said I wouldn't blog anymore; and I'm doing this against my own will, but anyway -- I'm slightly more on the lazy side, as you can see.

What I was doing was I was going to write a short story for my English assignment. The thing is, I don't know if it will be good enough.

So I'll post it up as I go. I won't post everything that I've done up at a time; I'll do it in small sections and so on.

Enjoy!

Note: Also, give me a name and a title.

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'Mum, you know how Dad's abusive! He's like the Hulk, armed with his crack and glass of beer! PLEASE, LEAVE HIM.. Please.'
'I chose to marry your father for a reason, ungrateful brat.'
'I'll give you an ultimatum then, Mum. It's either he goes, or I leave home.'
'Well, guess what? I'd choose your drunk father over you anyday, you stupid child.'
I don't even bother to pack my bags. I slam my door in her face, and take one last gulp from the cup of water I was clutching, and drop the cup. It breaks into jagged shards; and looking back at it now, I realise that it was like a symbol. A symbol that my time with them was over. I run out of the house, never looking back.
So I’m running. Running away from all of my problems; running from everything I ever held dear. Starting my life anew.
I’ve got nothing, I left everything back at that wretched place where I used to live. And I'm never coming back.
I’m out of breath; right now, I’m sitting on a park bench, panting heavily; my heartbeat pounding..

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If you don't like it, just say so.

- Bloo