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“Yeah? Well do you ever do anything for me? Huh?” She slammed the door shut in her face. And locked it. She was trembling, and tears poured down her face, she felt so weak she couldn’t stand and so she toppled over onto her bed. But that was what you could see. A crying child. Inside, she burned with anger, she boiled with fury and rage and hatred. She tried to swallow her tears, and anger overcame her. She turned around and kicked over her music stand. She stared at it then started crying again and picked it up.

She sat down at her desk. She took three deep breaths and counted to ten. Her grandmother had taught her that, she started bawling harder, her grandmother had died from cancer three months ago. Her mom was a writer and had put a pencil in her hand as soon as she could draw a legible A. Writing had always calmed her down,

‘“Yeah? Well, do you ever do any thing for me? Huh” She slamed the dore shut in her face. And loked it. she was trembling and tears poured down her face she felt so weak she couldn’t stand and so she topled over’

She wrote. She threw the wet paper into the trash. It was so tear-stained that you could barely read her sloppy handwriting. She picked up her phone and called her best friend Eliza. She lived really close, down the block, kitty corner, go three houses down and then cut across the yard into hers. When Eliza picked up, Katya didn’t say anything, she just sobbed into the phone and Eliza was knocking on the Sunstrum’s front door in 93 seconds flat.

Eliza pushed by Katya’s mother and stood in front of Katya’s door “Sunstrum” she said quietly “Katya Sunstrum” she whispered to the door. She said it in rhythm, as if it was a song that had only three words. The door opened and Eliza walked in. She sat on Katya’s bed and picked the piece of paper out of the trash and started reading it out loud. The crying got quieter and quieter. Eliza knew Katya like no one else did. She knew a lot about Katya, more than anyone else did. She knew about her abusive father, her dyslexia, her dead mother, and her goth sister who had threatened her more than once with a knife. She was the Cinderella that had lost her prince.