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"Sarah!"

Don't say anything. Maybe if you don't respond he won't think you're here.

Silence. Continue what you're doing. There's a nervous edge in the room now. He's not saying anything. Good, let's hope he leaves. I don't want to be lectured again. It's just the same story over and over.

"Sarah!"

Still silence. Just don't say anything! Maybe he'll have forgotten it's Spring Break...

"Sarah Catherine!"

DAMMIT! He used the middle name! Shit, he knows I'm here. Sighing, I go to the door. I don't wanna leave my room. I want to stay here and continue reading.

"What!?"

"You got any dirty clothes upstairs?"

I hate when he stands there at the foot of the stairs and yells those things up at me. I grudgingly reply, knowing the answer before he even says it. I almost want to lie. I almost want to tell him no, so he'll leave me alone. Almost...

"Yeah." I say.

"Bring 'em down here, please. You can do the laundry."

Mutters. Wanna slam the door. I hate house work.