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She sat there in the dark, over come with her anger, she picked up a knife in the kitchen and went at her wrist with it.
Hemione sighed, this wasn't working anymore than it had been for the last hour. Since yesterday, when she first came home from school for the summer, the pile of papers by the trashcan had grown. Hermione got up from her desk and lied back onto her bed looking up at the ceiling. She had a story due in her Muggles-Relations Summer Writing Class tomorrow and she was trying to draw upon her own problems to create a story, but it was harder than it seemed. Hermione closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to take the approach her Mother had suggested every time she was angered, but by the time she got to seven she'd fallen asleep. "Girl, get your ass down here right now." Jeff screamed.
Hermione jumped out of bed and stumbled down the hallway, glancing at Alex, her brother, who was looking out his room frightened. She flashed him a small nervous smile and then raced down the stairs. Hermione tripped over the last stair and fell at the feet of her step-dad, Jeff who was standing at the doorway of the kitchen.
"Get off the damn floor." He demanded, yanking her up by her arm. She stood up quickly and quietly looked down at the floor trying to avoid eye contact with her mother. She was use to this; she could get through it without getting in much trouble as long as she kept her mouth shut.
Jeff picked up her purse off the table and dumped it's contents onto the floor. Hermione cringed and closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. The letters...she'd screwed up again.
"How many times do I have to tell you you have to have permission before sending out these letters to your so called friends? Do you think I'm stupid? I know everything that goes on here, Hermione, I see every thing you do. You can't get by this, so you might as well start realizing that you'll always be under my control. The phone is mine, we've gone over this before, and you can't handle the responsibility."
"But I was just asking Ron about a homework assignment..." the tears were coming, but he had seen enough of her.
more to come..and in case you didn't pick up on it..the italicized words is what hermione is writing..
"Get out of my sight." He growled. Hermione bit her tongue and stormed out of the room, tears streaming down her face she ran down the hallway past her brother's worried face and into her room.
"I could call Harry...he has a phone...but his family would throw a fit. I can't write Ron..." feeling completely alone, Hermione sat back down on the bed, wondering how she would survive one more summer away from the people that mattered.