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Matilda sat on her bed, rocking back and forth. Tears ran down her unclean face.

Matilda had long brown wavy hair, green eyes and a sharp pointy nose. At the end of her long legs, she wore her favourite sandals that were on the verge of breaking.

Her long, tanned arms sat cradling her legs as she continued to weep, her face buried deep in her knees. Her tears felt warm, as they continued to trickle along her cheeks, occasionally dripping onto her clothing.

Slowly, she raised her head from her knees and sighed.

This is so stupid. She thought to herself, swallowing the lump rising once more in her parched throat.

But I have to go back out.

She wiped away the tears that welled in her eyes and took one last look at herself in the mirror above her bed. A lady with bloodshot eyes and red cheeks stared back at her.

(Cash)

She tidied up her hair, and exited her bedroom, venturing back out to see the disappointed faces of her parents. "You are a disgrace to our family," says Mother "I hate you; you killed the one person I loved; him!" "he was a distraction to you, we only want the best for you, dear. He was poor" Mother replied. (Reuben) Anger filled her even more, forming words that she wished she could have the courage to say, but couldn't. Although Matilda had wanted to fight her mother and let all hell loose with her anger, she honestly didn't know how she could do it, especially given the circumstances.

A simple grunt of anger came out of Matilda's mouth, before she stormed back toward her room, anger swelling up inside of her even more, causing her to slam her door, and scream into a pillow. Matilda didn't know how else to act in this moment, how could she? Who else can say; "My mother killed her father!" Would anyone truly believe her?

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Saddie proudly but stiffly strolled over to a desk across the room, as her black dress softly followed behind her. "What do you think you're doing," she sternly whispered in her worker's ear. His slouched-over posture was quickly changed Idiot, she thought as her upright body walked back to her seat and vigorously sat down, hushing the room so all you could hear was the tapping of laptops. She gazed at the big, busy clean room and sighed, why can't anyone do what they are asked to do? And with that, she quickly swerved her chair back to face her laptop.

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Jerry slowly walks around the playground, with his shoulders slumped. His frown drooped down so low it looked like he was trying to touch his toes with the tips of his mouth. his hands are tucked into his pockets. He was lonely. lost in his thoughts. He was used to this by now. every recess was the same old thing, keep his hands in his pockets and wait for the bell to ring. His long curly hair hid his face as we wandered around as though he was lost. As he strolled around, he would softly tap a beat to himself with his thumbs on his legs.

years ago when he was 4 his mother had died in a car accident, while she was pregnant. Her and the baby both passed away. Ever since jerrys father has never been the same. He used to be a bubbly playful man. Now he sits at his desk silently. He has never really talked to jerry since then. only small talk like, how was your day. Jerry longed to have his mother back. Every night he fell asleep thinking of her, and how his life would be now if she was still here.

DING DING DING. The bell rang. all the other kids happily rushed to class. But Jerry just slowly wandered back to class tapping away at his leg with his hands in his pockets as all the other students rushed past him.

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The scarf was ripped off her head a shiver was sent up her body. She started panting and was now sitting in a puddle of sweat. her body was shaking. she started biting her nails till they bled. She rushed around the tiny room searching for an opening.

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She threw the chair across the room in anguish. its broken pieces crumble against the wall a shallow shadow of a person who'd been broken until the peices were too fine to be crushed down and further. "Wustesomething Please clam down."

"No. I will not, youre sending troops and armies out their just for them to be killed just to right another letter home sennding your 'condolences' to the greiving families and widows." She turned around looking at him with daggers in her eyes

"If youre going to send out another troop, sne dme out instead. then you'd only have to right one letter home it'd save you some ink." She walked out of the cold concrete room with her head held high but as she walked out the man grabbed her collar and pulled her back in. He whispered in her ear, " watch it young lady, dont you tell me what to do." Then he shoved her back out onto the battlefield. She looked up and saw another woman staring at her pointing a gun at her chest. All she had was a stone. they stared at each other for sometime. Wustesomething piffed the stone at the woman infront of her.

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she bounced over to the rollercoaster, some would say she bounced everywhere like she was a kangaroo. When she got to the ticket stand, she stood up as tall as he could to peek her head over the ledge. " One ticket please!" She quickly grabbed the ticket and rushed off in excitement, forgetting to thank the man at the ticket stand. She felt like she had butterflies' worms and all sorts of bugs crawling in her stomach. She didn't know if it was because she was excited or if she was nervous, but she took it as excited, so she carried on jumping up and down on the spot. She was mesmerised by the roller coaster watching it go up and down and then back up again she couldn't wait to get on the ride.

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the scarf was pulled off her head. She sat there silently at first. Then she calmly stood up and walked over to the door she twisted the handle, but it didn't move. Then her hands started to shake, she started to lose control of her body

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She had a big bubbly smile that stretched across her face, she always looked at the positive things in life but ignored the reality that not everything will make you smile. Her eyes glistened, she tried to make people smile but she was too enthusiastic and over the top so she just irritated them.

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I was slouched over my desk as that was the most comfortable way to sit. Then Ma'am strolled over to me, my knees started knocking my legs were shaking uncontrollably. trying to stop them just made them worse. When Ma'am finally reached my desk, I looked up at her feeling weak, small and intimidated, and then she sternly looked at me, I could not stop my legs from shaking, and my knees from knocking. Then Ma'am sternly whispered, sit up properly, show some respect! I straightened my back. shamefully looked down at my keyboard and started nervously picking at the keyboard keys. I picked up my glass of water swished the water around my mouth and then slowly gulped it down procrastinating. I have a bad habit of constantly swallowing when I'm anxious.

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Dean sat with the group, proud of his achievements, looking for more likes and followers. Dean was the first to share his achievements. "I've posted 15 videos supporting the indigenous." His speech was followed by an awkward round of applause.