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[Badash]

I sighed. Did the wind have to blow so hard? Did I have to get another F on my English test? I opened the old wooden back door of my house, back from walking home from school. My shoulders were slumped. My eyes were dull. My heart... was in pieces. It should be. My dad and mom, Casey and Belle (need last name), had died a month before in a car crash, leaving behind their only daughter, me, Alena. Now my single aunt, Tracey, was staying with me, working late hours at the hospital in my town. I set my bag on the table, heavy with papers that had a big red "F" on the top and "Have parent/guardian sign here:" on the bottom. I used to love reading. And drawing. And I loved animals and I used to volunteer at animal shelters... Until Mom and Dad died. I walked past the kitchen, with its old but well-cared for stove. Or it used to be well-cared for... Until Tracey and I decided cooking was too hard and I could come over after school and eat at the hospital cafeteria, where all the parents and friends ate. Sick people had their meals in their room. The Hospital Tracey worked at was for kids. Any kid, with any problem.

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