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No phone, no computer, no television. Outside the sun was beating down on a perfect summer afternoon, but Kyle was laying on his bed admiring the intricate curved pattern that had been combed into his artex ceiling before he had even been born. His clock ticked on the wall, extending even the seconds, marking the time of his confinement. Being grounded sucked. He'd tried to reason with his mom, biking with his friends was exercise, exercise was good, but no. Grounded all week with daily lectures and household chores, all for playing a trick on his brother, life was so unfair.

By mudslide, October 12, 2013.
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Locked in a grey silent room with no color.The windows grey and to cold to touch.The walls damp as a wet cloth making me shiver uncontrollably. This was my punishment, this was my prison for the day and all because i shouted at my mum. The world hated me i was a prisoner.I WAS GROUNDED FOR EVER.

By clever, October 18, 2013.