English Paper 1 and 2 this Friday.

I better start reading those stupid model essays I hate very much.

Whatcrap, how am I gonna complete this situation? Just look at it:

Maria crouched at a secluded corner of her room waiting for her brother to return. Her limbs were badly bruised, eyes swollen with intense pain. She was subjected to a horrible life, filled with pain and suffering. Her prayers for a miracle to get out of this hell have so far been unanswered.

Just then, the sound of footsteps broke the eerie silence. Her dainty eyes darted across the room, fixing her gaze on the wooden door. The door burst open and she saw her brother’s fragile body being hurtled into the room by strong arms.

"Stay there!" the ominous figure shouted, before slamming the door shut.

Maria scampered towards Samad who was trying to get up. As she helped the boy, she noticed a fresh long scar etched on her brother’s right arm. She hurriedly tore a piece of cloth and tied it around the scar with great force to suppress the ongoing flow of blood.

“What has step-dad done to you my brother? Maria whispered as she hugged her brother tightly.

Samad hardly came close to the size of an average boy his age. His rough hands showed the hard work he had to endure and his bony legs indicated signs of malnutrition he was suffering from.
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Closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, she sighed. She was free from her torture, finally, but her mother’s life was the price to pay. Her mother’s death was probably the best thing that had happened after her life of peril started. It was her mother’s death that made her feel so angry with her step-father, if he had not already before. It was her mother’s death that made her find the courage to stand up and run away from home, to report to the police about her abuse. It was her mother’s body that led to the confession of her step-dad of his crimes. That was how much her mother had sacrificed for her. Her mother.

She could hear Samad’s footsteps. He was running around the house, exploring every single nook and cranny. He had the energy and the spirit to run again, to prance again, to skip jolly around again, to dance again. She was pleased that her brother was out of his tiredness. She was glad, she was very happy, she was content, she was exultant, she was ecstatic, and she was delighted. Now all the only people that they had to run away from were the reporters who wanted to interview them for some sensational news that they thought the public would care about, but no, she didn't care, not even when they talked to her about the money. She wouldn't sell the story, no, it won't just be another story, no, it won't just be a piece of news that everyone else forgets after everything else, no, it would be the story that belonged to her family, and to no one else.

She opened her eyes and looked out of the window. She was free. She felt good to be able to look at the greenery around her, having been stuck in a storeroom for nearly seven months. She was free. She felt happy that her brother was happy too. She was free. She felt wonderful that evil was punished in the end. She was free.

At this, Maria walked silently out of her room, leaving her memories and her unhappy past behind.
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