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a/n: here it is, chapter 1. enjoy.

I am eleven years old, but tonight, I feel like I'm a thousand. Mom and Dad are fighting in the kitchen, screaming about Dad's "friends," Mom's spending habits, and my grades. But really, they're arguing because it's after midnight, Dad just walked in smelling of perfume, and Mom is jealous and hurt.

I know they think I'm sleeping. They think I don't hear them. They hate each other, and at times resent me, but they try not to fight when I'm around.

Of course, that means I usually only see one at a time.

Well, at least they're not divorced.