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Submitted to Contest #295
“Stop scratching, you look like you’ve got fleas,” my mum hissed. My woollen tights were itchy and about three sizes too small. After being told I had to join my mum at Mr Mayhew’s funeral, I pulled an outfit together at the last minute. It was non-negotiable. I didn’t know him well, but I had been suspended from school two days ago, and my mum had since refused to let me out of her sight. I knew better than to argue back. We’d hardly spoken since we fought on the drive home from school after the meeting with my headmistress. It was all a mi...
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