She was singing to herself, alone in her room. Amelia Pond had a class recital the next day at school. Her teacher had told her to go home and take a teaspoon o clover honey. Amy couldn't stand the taste of the stuff, but she would do anything to please her teacher. Ms. Crocker was a mean old hag. The kids in her school would laugh at Ms. Crocker behind her back, saying maybe that's the reason she's never been married.
Amy's father hated the sound of her voice. Ever since she was born, every time she cried, he would yell at her mother, saying how she better shut that baby up before he did something that would shut it up for good. Even growing up, her father wouldn't hide how much he hated her voice. Saying it sounded worse than Styrofoam on cardboard (if you have ever heard it, you'd know how bad it sounds).
She heard the sound of the door slamming and his boots clamping up the stairs. She ran to her bed, switched off the light and pretended to be asleep. Her mother came to her room to make sure she had gone to bed- she didn't want her daughter to hear them fighting again. Amy's father had had a gambling problem. He wouldn't admit it, but at least half of his paycheck would go right out the door.
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