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It seems unbelievable now that as Holly and I walked back from school that day we were actually talking about how boring our family was. Our parents were still together, apparently neither happy nor unhappy, both leaving for work at eight every morning, never home later than six. Our house looked like something out of an advert, with its neutral colours, plump cushions, clear surfaces, and sparkling kitchen floor.
"Perhaps Mum and Dad are really robots," joked Holly. "Maybe they have instructions from their alien masters to make sure that we turn out like automatons too."
She started walking in a jerky way, and I was laughing, but we both stopped as soon as we turned the corner into our street. There were two police cars and a television news van parked untidily outside our gate. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice said, "Don't go home."
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