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I don’t know where she is. I told you. Last time I saw her was the night before she left. No, I didn’t see her in the morning; she was still in bed when I went to school that morning. I don’t know where she would have gone. She has probably just gone on some wild adventure. She’s probably in china by now. No. she didn’t say anything about china, she probably couldn’t even find it on a map!
Why should I know where she is? It’s not like she ever tells me anything, we’ve barely spoken for, what, the last five years? Mum would always go on about how it’s my fault that we don’t talk my fault that we aren’t the best of friends. Like what would mum know? I swear she only ever took her side. She was supposed to be my role model, except mum never really knew what she was like. No, mum used to worship the ground she walked on, and when she didn’t live up to her expectations it all turned sour and they began screaming at each other. That’s why dad left, probably why he hasn’t come back. So she can’t bother him anymore. Why can’t she leave us alone?! It’s always about her! All the time, and even when she is gone, it’s still about her, about the fact that she’s gone! Why can’t we all let her leave in peace and get on with our own lives! She doesn’t want us to find her! She doesn’t want us. I don’t want her I wish she had left sooner.

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