Her voice breaks. She wears baggy clothes underneath her large figure. I stare at her from afar while she makes eye contact with him. It's entertaining, really, hearing her shriek again for the third time this day. Entertaining how she often hushes my singing or joyous laughs. I grin ear to ear, while she walks away, into her dark room.

People often roll their eyes at me. I understand, they may not understand my humor, as my role in the world is the court jester. My father calls himself that like I do, but I have never seen anyone laugh at him. I often end in hysterics after each of their insults, as it never bothers me much.

I nod my head to relieve her gaze off me. The corners of my mouth hurt. How much longer do her horrible eyes stay in my vision, I am not sure. A little longer. How much longer? Two years, I will be free, ready to turn off my phone and my smile for eternity somehow.

They release the bolts from my door. They stash the keys from me for my punishment. I know I disobeyed the rule. I know we all agreed not to show that emotion.

But nothing is funny anymore.