"Great, more fucking hate comments." I sigh and lean back in my chair.
Go fucking kill yourself! Or you fucking suck dumb ass. Or jump off a fucking cliff.
Let's look at the slave trade website. Okay, let's see. Yep I'm being sold... Again. 5th owner is... ether Jacob Anderson, or Andy Worsen.
What time is it, 11:24 P.M., their I go talking to myself... Again. Welp better go clean.
I grabbed my only hair tie and pulled my long brown hair out of my bright blue eyes. My bangs are like emo bangs... Yet their not. Anyway they fall out of my high pony tail. I grabbed my red earphones and my phone and put on "Just like You" by falling in reverse . (anyone who listens to them and likes their music your my new friend!)
I grabbed a plastic bucket put some cleaner in it and filled the rest of it with water. I started cleaning the floor with a rag. After a few I stopped and went to my room getting out of my short flury maids dress and got out of the black high heels putting on sweat pants and a white tank top. I crawled into bed and slowly fell asleep.
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Hi guys sorry for the short chapter and depending on who you are the cliffhanger. See you in the next chapter
BI~
Sylvia
