A few seconds later a key was inserted into the lock. He fled to his room. Of all the days his mother had to come home.He ran up the stairs, light on ...his feet, rounded the corner and sat on the step. He peeked around the corner and saw his mom settle down on the sofa and switch on the TV. Why is she home today of all days he thought? His mom worked in a bank which was hall an hour away from home. She usually ate lunch there but this was probably one of those days when she decided to eat at. "Who cares if your hairdresser thinks you're bizarre? You're paying her, so what does she care if your body has bumps where it didn't have them before? You think it's bad to have everybody recognize you and know you're not like everybody else, then try having purple hair for a little while. No matter how good I get in acting like a girl anyone who knows me will take one look at my hair and know it's me. Forget these honkers, forget the clothes, forget everything - if they know Mike they're. She did not suffer any maltreatment at the De Bourgh Estate, in fact, she was easily accepted into the family. Her stepmother, Dominique’s mother, hardly said a word to her before she passed away almost two years ago but was always polite, and her father, the most passive person she knows was withdrawn not only towards her, but also to Dominique. Although her and the latter grew up to be close, she never had the feeling of an actual familial setting as everyone in the household fell prey to. I wanted to do well, to impress her with my golfing skill. Perhaps I tried too hard, but, I just wasn't hitting the ball as well as I had been before. While I was taking my lesson, Mrs. Connor and Mrs. Parsons were off to the side, hitting balls, and talking to each other a lot. I watched them hitting for a short time, and I could see that Mrs. Connor didn't have nearly as good of a golf swing as Mrs. Parsons. Her set up was a lot different, and she had an abbreviated follow through which cost.