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Ever since yesterday's incident, my sis doesn't seem to get that 'thing' inside her head. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. Haha, but what do I know? Poor family structure (if you get what I mean) and a 'malfunctioned' family. Seems like all those dreams about family members quarelling with one another will come true. And I'm gonna be involved too, sadly.
She's desperate to get out of the house. My mother used a padlock to ensure she doesn't get out of the house. Well, what do you know, she used a handsaw which she found in the kitchen to saw the padlock in two. It took her about 10 mins or so before I could hear her yippying in the hall. (Well, I guess the key is deemed useless then.) And now she's outside.
The drama is about to begin.
6:30 PM