As I laid there on my bed I looked around my room. I hated everything about it, I had blue walls, a small closet, a desk, a small twin bed, and a Hand-me-down TV from my aunt. I wanted to change everything about it. I didn't like the color blue nor did I like my tiny room. As my mind drifted off into space, a tiny hole at the bottom corner of my room caught my eye. It looked like a mouse or perhaps a rat could have lived there. But it didn't worry me much What could a little creature like that do to me, I just pushed the thought aside from me. I wanted to go to the mouse hole and see if anything was in there, but I just didn't want to get up today at all. I knew that my mother would have me get up soon and do all the chores, but she never made my sister do anything which I thought was totally unfair.
All my sister does is sit around the house and find different ways to do her hair or go uptown and find new clothes with her friends. I never got to do anything besides clean all the time for them. I started cleaning for them when my mother had bought our New house in London, since she had bought one of the more expensive houses she thought that she should be treated like a queen and she should have all the power in the house. Just bc my mother worked at a wonderful job that paid well, she thought that she needed a maid so she picked me. I don't know why she treated me any differently than she treats my sister Avery.
I always wondered if I had ever done something horrible to make them treat me this way. I've tried asking Avery about it, but she just ignores me and tell me to shut up and go get a life. My mother does the same, but she tells me that I did Nothing and I shouldn't worry about it. But I can't Stop thinking that I had caused this to happen, I just cant figure What I could have done to make them hate me.
I try not to think about it a whole lot but it's hard to when I live with them and they hate me so much that I get the left overs of everything. And when i say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. When ever I try to talk to them about this they ignore me. I hope they will tell me someday. But I guess I will never know What I did.......if I ever did anything.
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Helping A Friend
FantasyThis story is about a girl named Trinity and her struggles with her mother and sister at the beginning of the story. Since her father had died her mother and sister have been treating her horribly. But soon Trinity goes into a world that has not ye...
