It was a bright and early morning when dad was waking me up.
"wake up alice get ready your mom is coming in a 20 minutes!" he said
"but I dont want to" I frowned.
"you have to now get up" he shouted.
I got up and looked in my wardrobe. I was looking for some bad clothes. I saw this old hoodie I used to wear. My dad hates it so I thought it was perfect! I went to shower and changed. I brushed my teeth and I looked outside the window. my new step-mom was arriving.
"Alice! your step-mom is here." dad said.
"coming!" I replied , as I went downstairs.
"alice what did I tell you about wearing good clothes?" he whispered.
"this was all I could find" I responded.
My step-mom was in a fine vintage outfit. she looked like she was rich. she also had a daughter named Gracie. she was 5 years old.
"uhm.. who is this ugly rat?" my step-mom said , looking at me.
"oh , thats the maid" dad replied.
"THE MAID?!" I shouted.
"I am his daughter not the maid.." I responded.
"well you look like a maid" my step-mom chuckled.
"dont even try to act funny" I whispered , as I rolled my eyes.
My step-mom walked away as if I never said anything. My dad went along with her to show her around. I went to my room as I saw my dad , Gracie , and my step-mom in it.
"This is Gracie's room!" My dad said.
"Gracie's room? no this is my room dad" I answered.
"I want this room!!" Gracie excitedly responded.
"uhm I will go talk to Alice for a minute" he replied.
Dad took me to his room and spoke.
"Listen Alice , you have to be kind to Gracie and your step-mom" he started.
"BE NICE?! YOUR THE ONE WHO CALLED ME A MAID AND TOOK AWAY MY BEDROOM SAYING ITS GRACIES!!" I shouted , not knowing that Gracie was hearing me.
"I DONT CARE IF ITS YOUR BEDROOM! BE NICE TO UR MOM!" dad yelled.
"MY MOM? SHE WILL NEVER BE MY MOM!" I screamed.
"YES SHE WILL!" Dad kept arguing.
"I HATE YOU DAD! GRACIE IS NOT KEEPING THIS BEDROOM BY THE WAY" I shouted and went to my room as I saw Gracie.
"did you hear anything?" I asked , in shock.
"y-yes" Gracie replied.
"what did you hear?" I mumbled.
"everything" she cried.
"oh.. well if you don't tell mom about that I will give you a lollypop" I responded.
"okay!" she exclaimed , as I gave her the lollypop.
I knew if she told my step-mom then she would tell my dad and my dad would be really angry at me.
Gracie started jumping on the bed thinking it was her room. I didn't like the fact that she was in my room , I hated her and I wanted her out.
"Gracie this is my room" I said.
"no dad said its mine!" she replied.
"well he was lying , its my bedroom" I responded.
"l-let me ask dad" she uttered.
"wait! no dads gonna be angry at me!" I sighed.
"for what" she mumbled.
"nothing , just keep this room" I told her.
"Yay! thanks!" she said in exactment.
I went downstairs as I saw my step-mom.
"GO WASH THE DISHES!" she yelled at me.
"why don't you wash them yourself?" I replied.
"oh?" She uttered.
"what if your dad heard about this?" she said.
"heard about what?" I asked.
"That you are being disrespectful to your mom" she responded.
"MY MOM? YOU WILL NEVER BE MY MOM! YOUR JUST AN IDIOTIC REPLACMENT!" I shouted.
"I DONT CARE! YOUR DAD IS GONNA BE ANGRY WHEN HE FOUNDS OUT WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR MOM" she screamed.
I had no choice , if dad found out he would be really angry at me. Maybe I would be kicked out of the house to live on the streets. I didn't want to risk it so I agreed.
"ugh fine I will do the dishes" I mumbled.
I started doing the dishes but each time one plate was clean my step-mom kept putting more plates in the sink. It was like she wanted me to suffer.
"can u stop?" I asked
"no" she laughed.
"I HATE YOU!" I shouted.
"shutup" she said.
she went to her room as I continued washing the dishes. Finally they were done , I went upstairs as my dad called me downstairs.
"Alice come downstairs for lunch" he said.
"coming" I rolled my eyes.
I went to the table and ate. My step-mom kept talking about useless stuff so I decided to go upstairs until..
"did you know Alice was being rude to me?" My mom said.
"wait what?..." My dad replied.
"I am so sorry , I will go talk to her" My dad mumbled as he left the table.
He walked upstairs to my new room and started to talk.
"ALICE HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO BEHAVE?!" he shouted.
"I do behave" I said.
"OH REALLY? WHAT ABOUT TALKING TO YOUR MOM?!" he asked.
"SHES NOT MY MOM" I yelled.
Dad left the room and I was angry. I hated my step-mom and Gracie , but I was stuck with her now.
