... to understand me. "Just because I slammed my bedroom door hard, my allowance was cut to a half!" I told her at the verge of tears. I saw a tear falling down Becky's cheek. I was satisfied that she understood how serious my problem was. Trying to keep her voice stable, she said "I have an idea" I knew this was not the usual cheerful voice in which she always said that she had an idea. "You can run away from home for a day to teach your parents a lesson." She said that I could stay with her for the day. I thought that it was a perfect idea. She got up and told me to wait for her in the shed after school. I waited for her as excitement arose in me. I would finally be able to see the background of the seemingly care-free angel. I did ...

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