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America, stood in the door way of the kitchen she knew now she wouldn't be able to stay clear of het mother it ju wasn't plausible, so with a sigh, she walked into the kitchen, plated up and made the dining room table up, just like she and her mama used to do together all the time before the stupid argument, she didn't want to fill the application form in, she didn't wantthe chance, and she knew it was a very small chance, to be picked to be the next daughter of ilea, yet her mother still insisted she had time and that even if it was a small chance it will still the chance to become something different, somebody different...and still she knew it wasn't right for her, even if it could put money in the pocket of her parents and more food on the tAble, she was still skeptical. America Had a plan, and she was sticking to it, well until otherwise of course.

Sighing again, America finished setting the table and took her usual seat between her giddy sister and slightly sour mother, her brother sat opposite her sister, and her father with his newspaper opposite her mother, and here she was staring at her food blocking out her mother's usual nagging and perstering, her sisters fits of giggles and her brothers whining about football and uunable to find his talent.