Conflict
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Conflict Wednesday started off as any other average day, a little hotter and more humid than usual but that was all. One could tell there was a storm brewing but not in the way I could begin to imagine. I walked downstairs just as my father was leaving and said a quick goodbye, giving him a kiss on his clean- shaven cheek as he rushed off to his stuffy prison of an office. My mother had breakfast ready in the kitchen, and I smiled as I was greeted with the smells of cooked breakfast and freshly brewed coffee. "Good morning Abi," mum greeted me in a chirpy voice, "Did you sleep ok?" "Yes thank you Mum," I replied. That morning continued with the normal routine of washing, getting dressed and getting ready for school. At eight o'clock mum bustled me into the car and we left for school. We drove down the...


