Hello there! Metagrobolise speaking. This is our first story. Pease don't be too harsh. haha.
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"You good for nothing, lazy piece of shit" screamed my mother as she threw the rolling pin at my head. I ducked just in time before the spatula came flying towards me. "I told you not to burn the brownies!" she shouted as she continued to rant. The sight of her wobbling jowls and spittle firing mouth were enough to make me sick.
"It's not my fault, it's Ovens!" I retaliated, throwing the rolling pin back at my dammed mother, twice as hard.
"Whatever! It's both your fault. No one bothers to fix my timer!" Oven wailed. He then unsurprisingly started to sob.
"Be quiet, you hunk of scrap metal!" hissed my mother, "or I'll dismember you into a rats nesting box." Oven promptly shut his lid. Before I flew up the stairs in a blind rage I threw the spatula back at her. With the old hag hot on my heels, I ran down the hallway into my open bedroom, slamming the door so hard I heard a crack…I have a feeling it wasn't the door. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a blood curdling scream originating from the other side of the door. I quickly locked the door for my protection.
"You. Little. Bitch. What have you done to my beautiful nose?! "
Oh crap. I'm worse than screwed. I'm dead meat, left to rot for the vultures.
"SLOAN! GET HERE AND BRING THE SAW!"
Soon I heard footsteps, like thunder claps, making the wooden walls tremble. Looks like my father's home early. I froze in terror for a split second, regained my senses, then dashed to the wardrobe where my rucksack was located. I knew it would only be a matter of time before that ape of a man had completely sawed through my wooden door. I only had enough time to pack yesterday's clothes on the floor, my hidden jewellery stash which I knew my parents would steal if they knew I had it, a light blanket and a pair of soft leather shoes. I could hear the saw eating away at the termite infested wood, so I rushed to my closed window and fiddled with the rusty latch. Once my father had made a long enough spilt in the door, he used his meaty fist to punch my door in half.
"Got you now, cupcake." My father drawled, smiling viciously. I shuddered at the mere sight of that beast. He had shoulders wider than my door frame, short stubby legs and a horrifically scarred face due to constant squabbles with the clawed neighbours. He passed the saw off to his wife, who just happened to have a fondness for throwing objects. She forcefully threw the saw straight at my head. I dodged just in time, right before the saw shattered my window.
What a stroke of luck.
Without thinking, my father rushed forward into my room, well that is what he planned to do anyway. Because of the sheer size of his build he had to turn sideways to get through all doors in my house, but in the heat of the moment he forgot this and got thoroughly stuck. I grasped my opportunity to give my parents a last wave, before I jumped out the window, forgetting just how high I was off the ground.
Oh shit.
I hit the ground hard. Though blurry eyes I made out a dark figure making their way over to me from the forest. The last thing I remember was being dragged by the legs into the undergrowth of which it came.
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Metagrobolise out.
