Bad Luck

"First day of Bad luck

This is the fifth time today washing the dishes just because my brother Kyle and my two sisters Britney and Latasha want to pump there bellies every day. When I have to make more dish water I hear my father yell from upstairs. "Katherine come clean this bathroom. It's just disgusting." I roll my eye's and then Britney comes up to me and says. "Yeah, Dad said go clean that dirty, disgusting bathroom." OH my goodness I want to just take her head off and flush it down the toilet. I dry my Hands on the towel that's on the counter. I walk past my sister and see my mom sitting on the couch. "Hey honey don't forget to get you school clothes ready and to do the laundry. Ok." I node

When I'm up stairs I turn to see the bathroom. My day looks at me. "The bathroom it was just clean." My dad's shaving things were all over the counter, and snooty tissues were all over the place. I look at my dad like everything was ok. "WELL, what are you waiting for. Get to work." I walk past the snooty tissues and look at the bathtub. There was hair, in fact, not even the hair on your head... Pubic hair, there was dirty feet print all over and musty rags on the handle on the back wall. I think about the toilet. You know what I just glance at it. I already knew it. My sister Latashas stuffy stuff. Ok I am not cleaning that I look at my dad. "Dad why do I have to clean the entire house." My dad's looked at me like he didn't understand me. "Katherine you already know. Your older so you do the job. And me and your mother went over this already." Gee, I thought he and mom were the older ones. I guess I'm the adult here. I go next to him and start cleaning up the toothpaste off the counter. "Dad would you care if I died." I frown and start cleaning. "Of course I do, but that doesn't stop you from doing your chores. Your still alive." I stop cleaning and storm out the bathroom. He didn't seem to care and he doesn't seem to care for me at all. I go to my room and slam the door.

When I'm in my room I sit on my bed and start to cry, but I don't make noises. I just tear up. It's a sham that I feel like my own family doesn't care for me. I can't wait for school tommorow. I won't have to deal with my family treating me like Cinderella.

Minutes later I hear a knock on my door. I look at the clock. It's 7:57. "Come in." I say. I can tell it's my mom because if it was my Dad he'd bang on the door and if it was the kids they would knock super fast like the flash would. My mom looked at me. "Hi honey...you ok." I sniff. "Sure." I glance at her. She's holding her stomach and her face is pale. My mom has been acting a little weird these two days. "WELL some mail came in for you. It's from a guy named Michael... Who's he." I take the mail
from her. I look at the front. It says " To my
little bunny. " I smiled. "He's just a friend." My mom smiled. Look at her and frown. Her smile vanishes. "WELL I just came to give you that. You know honey if you need anything-" I'm so angry with her and the others I cut her off. "You know mom... I am not ok. Because you and the others. You guys are horrible parents. I can't ever do anything I want. You guys make me clean the entire house do the garden pay the bills." My mom's face turns little red. "You guys don't care if I die, or get stolen. All you care is that I do the work while you guys sit back and enjoy every little thing in the world." I start to cry some more. "Remember when you guys use to tell me when I was little, a girl should always be happy and smile, WELL guess what They can also be angry and frown." My mom's eye's widened. "You know what, when you guys said that, you guys probably gave me bad luck." There was a long pause when I got done. I covered my face and cried more. I heard my mother leave my room. And soon when it was after 8:30 I was asleep.