Fiction... or maybe not.
“Spending the night alone again, Ivy?” my mum asks. I sigh. I’ve been in my room all day. I only came out for something to eat.
She doesn’t understand that I spend the day in my room because I want to, not because I have nothing to do. No-one understands me. No, not really. They think they do, but they don’t really. My mum
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