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he either laughed or snapped at me, calling me stupid and boring. I was quickly growing a great disliking towards him and was even about to turn my back in surrender, a little annoyed that he was being so difficult.
    “What about this Staff thing, tell me about that?” Lock’s almost permanent smirk fell as he lifted his head, looking over at me with a look of genuine surprise. His shiny green hues dilated. Intrigued, I instinctively leaned a little bit forward as well.  He fell silent while peering over his shoulder vulnerably, looking for a distraction or anything he could ridicule.  Sighing, he lowered himself to the floor, coming eye to eye with me as I remained seated.
    “I can’t explain it very well,” he mumbled.
    He looked so innocent, so young and small that suddenly all that hatred I had felt, all the resentment had, instantly flew out of me. My lips twitched slightly, unsure of what to say. I didn’t have any siblings, and although I had heard stories from my friends of the irritation they felt towards their little brothers and sisters, all that fighting and screaming and the annoyance of crossing each other's boundaries, knowing they would jump in front of a car in an instant to save their lives; it was an emotion I couldn’t identify with. They had always whinged to me about how lucky I was to be the only child, never realising how lonely it is.
    Just then, as Lock leaned forward, opening his mouth to speak, we heard the creak of the front door opening, and inside walked an impatient set of footsteps. I recognised the visitor the moment the door slammed closed, noting the urgency in her steps as she stumbled to get inside. We both had the same clumsiness. I sprang up from my seat, whispering ‘Mum' before running to her open arms. Lock evaporated into ash even before she had stepped foot inside the house. 
    “I heard what happened this morning, I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get in contact with you.”
    She had obviously already been crying and was out of breath, her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes puffy. She wore her baggage around her shoulders, her short blonde hair pinned back in a low-neck pony tail and her bangs pulled back by a grey headband. I was so relieved at hearing her voice that I started to feel my eyes swell with itchy tears. I instantly started crying remembering the sadness I’d felt at the loss of my father and the loneliness I’d felt without my mother, which provoked her into capturing me in a hug. Her perfume, the scent of sweet lemons, reminded me of the poor stench of the rest of the house. I wasn’t sure how I adapted to the smell so quickly; always just sitting there, lingering in my nose.
    We cried in each other’s arms for a while and after a paw full of snotty tissues we both stood, ready to prepare dinner. Mum went out to the closest FGS (Food & Goods Store), or here it was called the Camarra market, to collect enough groceries to feed us both. I was placed in charge of preparing the proper place setting, something I was more than happy to distract myself with. I fetched out two of the cleanest plates, two forks, two knives, a couple of spoons and two glasses, filling both with water. I placed them facing each other with placemats tucked underneath. Wiping my hands down my front, I pulled my hair free from its pony tail and allowed it to sweep down past my shoulders. The smell of fruit from my last wash now filtered the space around me as the silence became unnatural and alien. I was just standing here, smiling like an idiot, waiting for someone to say thank you or compliment me on my work.  
    “What the hell is that old hag doing here? Did you invite her?” I turned on my heel at the recognisable growling tone; startled once more by the sudden appearance of Lock, but this time able to control my shrieks. He sat with a frown on his face, arms crossed and his feet kicked up against the table while leaning back on the hind legs of the chair. Even as he