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I sit at my desk while Connor, Will and Laura is in a meeting. I write down the schedule in my notebook for Connor. I manage to complete all of my work so far. I start to sketch on a page, my mind going back to the times where I was in the basement. I really don't want to go back home. The memories are bad. I can't go through that again. I wish that my father was still alive. My parents started having arguments when I was nine years old. My mother was always out, sometimes she would get home late. She would go to clubs and bars. I think that she met Dan at the bar. She had an affair, she wasn't happy with the life we lived. My father had to go out and work. At night, I would walk out of my room, and I would sit down by the stairs, listening to their arguments. Those times, she put me in