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Tuesday, May 26th, 6:54pm

Tuesday, May 26th, 6:54pm

I sat on my queen bed, my blankets wrapped around me. My laptop was placed in front of me, with an empty bowl that used to contain ramen in my lap. I had my headphones on, watching the season 3 mid-finale of my favorite tv show, "Shadowhunters." I was at the part where the warlock, Magnus Bane, was trying to get help from his evil father, Asmodeus. "you better help him" I mumbled to myself.

Then, the sudden noise of banging on my door caused me to jump, throwing off my headphones and screaming, my laptop hit the floor with a thud. It was quite until I heard the laughter of my 8 year old brother, Oscar, behind my closed door. Fuming, I took the bowl off my lap and raced to the door, I threw it open. "Oscar, you're SO dead" I boomed. He responded by sticking out his tongue, blowing raspberries at me. I lunged at him, capturing him in a headlock, he struggled to break free, but I wouldn't budge. "Let me go, Ophelia!!" he whined. "Will you stop banging on my door?" I asked. "Yes!! now let me go!!" he whined again. I released him and took a deep breath. He ran to his room, slamming the door shut. I rolled my eyes and made my way back to my warm bed, shutting my door softly as I entered my room. I took my empty bowl and placed it on my night stand then proceeded to pick my laptop off the floor, letting out a huff as I plopped back on to my bed. 

I continued where I left off in Shadowhunters, where I watched the last 10 minutes of the episode. I then decided to find a new show to watch. Before I could do anything, the door opened, revealing Oscar, in tears. "What's up bud?" I asked, puzzled. "Mom and Dad are fighting again, it's bad this time." he responded. Our mom and dad have been fighting on and off for a few months now, I honestly don't care, Oscar does however. He loves our parents so much, my relationship with them is very strained. They want me to get a job since I'm turning 16 in 2 months, but I don't need to. Mom and Dad are already rich and they always buy me what I want, and I don't need to pay any bills, why would I bother?

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"Why should I care?" I scoffed. "Ophelia! They're our parents!" Oscar whines. "Go watch cartoons or something! distract yourself!" I retorted. Oscar huffed and stomped out of my room, leaving my door open. I sighed and stood, walking over and shutting it for the 2nd and hopefully, the final time. I reached for my phone, that was for some reason under my pillow to check the time. "7:09...jeez" I thought aloud.

I decided that it would be best if I had a shower, so I trudged into my en-suite, grabbing a towel, a washcloth, and my white robe along the way.

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The clock read 7:59pm, I snickered lightly, I've always been one to take long showers. I was now dressed in a grey calvin klein sports bra with grey sweatpants, scrolling through Netflix, in need of a new show to binge. Just then my stomach growled. I huffed and rose from my bed, my feet coming in contact with my carpeted floors. I made my way down the small flight of stairs after exiting my room, and soon found myself in my kitchen. 

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I re-entered my room, my hands full with a bag of Doritos, 2 granola bars and a bottle of Nestea. I shut my door with my foot, checking my white clock on my night table as I made my way to my bed. It read 8:13pm. I wrapped myself into my duvet's embrace, turning my laptop on and starting the first episode of "The Umbrella Academy" and digging into my late night snack. It's Tuesday, so unfortunately I have school tomorrow. I had to eat quickly and get to bed. 

Once I finished my snacks, I took the final swig of my drink, and set it on my night table. I also plugged my phone in and made sure my alarms were on. As for my laptop, I turned it off and set it on my carpet floors below me, making sure it wasn't going to be stepped on tomorrow when I woke up. I got comfy and turned on my tv, pulling up "The Office." thats one show I can never get sick of.

I then heard yelling coming from the kitchen. I guess my parents moved their argument to where Oscar and I can hear.

I shighed and shut my eyes, letting my dreams consume me.

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