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Violet lay down on her bed, in the room she was to share with her sibings for the weekend. She puled her laptop bag closer to her, and took out her laptop, her connection with normality, in a world she thought was getting crazier by the day. She turned in on, and plugged the charger into the socket right beside her bed. Atleast there was something good about this place.
She opened her internet browser and realized she hadnt got the wifi password. She would have to drag herself out of the room and grovel to her father for the code. It would be worth it though.
Leaving the room she tok a deep breath and tried to swallow her pride. "Dad, ehm whats your wifi password?" she asked him.
"My what?" He answered her question with another one. Something that really annoyed Violet, in most circumstances including this one.
"Internet, the Password, you know?" Violet added, getting impatience.
"Violet what use would I have interweb? I don't even have a computer."
"It's InterNET Dad," she stressing the part of the word he had gotten wrong.
"Well what ever it is I don't have it." But Violet had already turned on her heels and left. This weekend was going to be a lot worse than she could have possibly imagined. Great, she was stuck in this crap-hole, with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Great. She had brought one book, and she was half way through it, no way was that going to last more than a night.
She looked out the window, there was a large oak tree just under her temporary bedroom window. She had memories of the oak tree in the garden that surrounded her house. Many a Summer she had spent there with her friends. She always associated that tree with happy memories, but looking back, there were some bad ones too. She remembered everything that had happened there. Fights, giggles and deep conversations.
Funny how much just looking out a window can make you think. Everything was such a mess, why did everything have to change? Things were good, she had her friends, she was doing well in school. She was happy, but then again teenagers arent supposed to be happy, are they? There will always be something to mess things up, to challenge you. Violet reached for the bobbin on her wrist and tied her hair up. She was tired of things going wrong, but she had now decided that to avoid anything else adding to the disaster that was her first weekend in her fathers house, that she was going to stay in her room the entire time.
She had a book, her sketch-pad and she could always write. Somehow something told her this wouldnt be enough.