text: Did she really want to go inside? What if she just went back? No. It was a stupid idea. The sun was almost down. It was already late. She slowly unlocked the door, went in and locked the door with her key. No one was going to leave the house anymore tonight. It was already late. She went upstairs as quiet as she could, holding on to her backpack. Nobody noticed her yet. She heard the noise the tv made. It had to be like that. A stair she stepped on made a noise. She held her breath. There was still the monotone noise the tv made and nothing more. Why couldn't everything just be quiet? She was almost there, just a few steps away. When she stepped on the last stair it made an even louder noise. "Kate?" She grew stiff and held on tighter to her backpack. How was she doing that? How did she notice her every time? Even though her mother had called her, she just stayed there. Standing on the last stair. Maybe it would just stop. If she just would stay there. "Kate!" She still didn't move. Her backpack already had scars. "Kate, I know you're there! Come here and clean the kitchen the way you have to!" She dropped her backpack and ran the stairs down as loud as she could. She wanted to overtone the tv's noise. When she walked by the couch her parents were on she rolled her eyes. She was Cinderella. "Why are you standing there? The kitchen doesn't clean itself !", her father shouted. She didn't say anything, took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen. It was always like this. Every day. Exactly that. There was much work every time. She yawned and started cleaning everything. It took an hour. She yawned again. Then she put the sponge away and looked out of the window. The sun was completely gone. Instead there was a full moon. What if she just went away? What if? No. That's a stupid idea. It was dark outside. It was already too late. When she left the kitchen, she froze immediately. Her parents were right in front of her. Everyone just stood there and did nothing. They forgot each other. There was silence for a few moments. Not even the tv made a noise. She wanted silence. Just not that kind of silence. As if she woke up, her mother continued walking. Her husband followed her. "Dont forget to clean the living room." These words were the ones her father told her every evening. She started working and yawned again. Even though her parents would be mad at her the next day, she only did half of the work. She was exhausted. Like every evening. She left the living room and walked by the door that led outside. She just stood there and looked at it. It was too late. Far too late. She walked towards the door and unlocked it. She silently sat down on the stairs in front of the house. Could she really do it? She wanted it so much. But could she? It was too late. Or wasn't it? She looked behind her at the door which was slightly opened. Then she looked at the sky with the shining full moon. The door promised safety. The moon promised freedom. She stood up.