Tuesday, October 4, 2011

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There we were again, the three of us, my brother, sister and I, all crying, yelling, and fighting with each other. There were probably several different reasons for all the commotion, but the main one is definitely over who was going to use the computer first. We were all in our own rooms. My brother, Max, in his room and my sister, Lucy, and I in the one we shared. Lucy and I almost always took each other’s side. Us girls had to stick together against our bully of a brother. One of us had already called our dad crying.

“Norfolk Public Schools Communication Skills Office, this is Cathy how can I help you?” Our dad’s secretary would answer.

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