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Claira walks into the room where the screaming and shouting was taking place. The voices sounded very angry, one sounded male, deep and rough, the other female, shrill and rapsy. It sounded as if the two had been yelling at each other for a long time. 'Looks like those two are at it again' she thought, as she drew closer to the two, feeling anxious and scared for her own safety. 'I don't want to get hurt trying to break this up, I just want them to stop...' She stood there for a moment, debating on what to do, she looked at her female best friend and thought, 'She'll claw my eyes out', then looked over to the male one, 'He'll punch me in the face...What am I gunna do?' She could only place her hands on her face, and fight the burning tears from her eyes, "I hate conflict," she said in a low whisper, "And they know that!!!" She removed her hands from her face, tears streaming from her eyes, and bellowed out at the top of her lungs, "SHUTUP!!!!!!" Then, she stood there, startled and shaken with her arms wrapped around herself as if to bring herself some comfort. "Just, shutup...please." She continued standing there, arms wrapped around herself, tighter now, with a hard lump in her throat that made swallowing difficult, and a knot in her chest that made breathing seem and feel just as bad. Feeling overwhelmed with emotion and anguish, she ran out of the room to the only safe haven she could think of, the pool deck. It was raining that evening, but she did not care, her face was already soaked with tears, why not wet everything else? She sat on the cold, wet ground, with her knees to her chin, panting and crying from running so fast and so hard. 'Why is everyone always fighting? Why?' she thought, feeling so angry and choked up with emotion. 'I hate conflict, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!!' she thought to herself before finally breaking down and crying harder than she ever cried before. She had been crying so violently, and for so long, she hadn't even noticed that the rain stopped, not that it mattered, not that with the stopping of the rain, went the stopping of her pain; she just sat there, feeling the ice cold breezes blow by, and her salted tears run down her face, she just sat there, and cried.