"Syd. Open the door."
Mom's voice sounded tired, so tired, but I didn't care.
I remained where I was, buried under the covers, door firmly locked.
"Go away!" I yelled at her.
"Syd, honey, please," she begged. "Let me explain..."
I sat up and threw the hideous pink silk pillow she forced into my life at the door as hard as I could. It made a less than satisfying thunk.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I searched around for bigger and more breakable stuff to throw.
"Sydlynn Thaddea Hayle, you open this door at once!" Mom's voice went up an octave and about a decibel in volume.
"NO!" I scrambled from the bed and stood right in front of the door, so close I could see the veins in the wood and screamed at her as loud as I could. "NEVER! I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY MOTHER!"
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