“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Mrs. Moyo screams, throwing a book at Anna’s head. Anna ducks down, and the book grazes her skin, barely missing her.She sighs. Her joints hurt and feel stiff after working a double shift. She stands up and glares at her mother. Bad move, that earns her an attempted slap which she blocks by grabbing hold of her mother’s hand. “Stop hitting me,” Anna tells her. Mrs.Moyo’s eyes flare up furiously. Anna might as well have defied the devil. “Get out of my house,” Mrs. Moyo growls. Her voice fails to mask the rising murderous undertones in her voice. “You were yelling at me the moment that I got home, I’m sorry I yelled back,” she says. “I WASN’T YELLING AT YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!” Mrs. Moyo screams at the top of her lungs. Anna sighs. This is not the first time that her mother’s outbursts and irrational behavior have caused her grief. She’s had to deal with this since high school. In high school, it wasn’t as bad, but she would be at school
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