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My family has a nice little habit of ganging up on me. No matter what happens, it's my fault. Before we leave to go to our respective places every morning we usually do a few jobs, I always do mine, yet I'm the one who gets all the blame. Something breaks, it's me. Something goes missing, "Catherine did it!"

Me and my little brother leave the house about the same time every school morning, it takes me an hour to get to University directly, my little brother has at least two other buses he can catch. My older brother usually leaves about two hours after us. I get back from University at least two hours after he does. I get home, tired from the bus ride, my welcome is screaming as to why I didn't do somebody else's job. I explain that it wasn't mine, yet they continue. Even when I prove it wasn't me, they still go at it.

Something is broken, well even if I prove I wasn't even in the house at the time, still me. They don't even understand logic.

I've asked them why they haven't shouted at the person, they say they do, but they never have. My little brother is a lazy thirteen year old brat but he is treated like a god. They ask me, why have I gone bitter, they don't believe my answers are good enough for them, because it's usually my fault!

I've decided to move out onto campus when I turn eighteen, by that time, I'll be able to afford it. Only my mum doesn't know. My brother's think I'll just screw up there like I've apparently done here.

I have no clue what to do anymore. I've still got about four months until my eighteenth, but I have to wait until I get accepted onto campus, which will probably be in February. I have to go to work which I'm also getting abused in by a few people until I move onto campus. Maybe I should just stop talking and act like a ghost, so they don't notice me.