Trapped

Chapter One

Trapped is the worst someone could think of, being trapped far from the city and from the people you love.

"Ella" I hear a scream it was probably my mother that isn't my mother, which doesn't make any sense but let me tell you.

When I was born my parents didn't want me so they just left me on this church and some nuns took care of me for a while. But after this woman adopted me. To be honest she looks kind and beautiful from the outside but from the inside she's like this evil witch. I found out about this a few days ago when a nun told me which was a secret cause  I wasn't suppose to tell anyone not even my mother which isn't my mother. Since then on I refuse
to call her mother so I just call he by her name 'Patricia'.

"I'm coming" I scream back.

I go down stairs as slow as I can, I can't be bothered looking at her face or even hearing her "hurry!" Patricia reply, 'jeez women these days' I think to myself.

"What Patricia?" I sight "why can't you just call me mum" she looks at me like she's going to smack me at the back of my head, and she did. "Hurry up do your sister's and my breakfast, and if there's enough you can make some toast for you" Patricia said, she speaks quickly if she was an animal I can 100 percent tell you that she would be a parrot.

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I get to eggs out the the big grey fridge and then cook scramble eggs, Patricia showed me how to do them since I was 8 and since then on I have to do their breakfast, and as usual I have to eat a piece of toast and that's it.
I see Sarah she's my sister but to my sister anyway Patricia is her REAL mother, she's like her favourite and she's my age. I don't think it's fair for Patricia to have a favourite daughter I mean if she already had Sarah what does she need me for, she gets to go to school and I don't, she gets awesome clothes and I don't, her from is 100000 times better than mine, she has an iPhone 6 and I have those that looks like calculators and I only have Patricia's phone number and I can only call her for emergencies.

Sarah walks down stairs like if she was a princess, she is wearing a pink short skirt, you could think that if she bobs down you could see her ass, and she was also wearing the whitest of the whitest tank top and some white high heels, and you could easily notice that
she's wearing make up. I mean she's 16 and she gets to wear make up and I don't.

"Where's my breakfast?" She asks
"Right there" I point to the table, I mean where could it be on he roof or something. I hear this music and then I find out that it was from Sarah's phone she's getting s phone call, she picks it up with her long red painted nails "hey bæ" she says. 'Who da hell is that' I wonder "yeah I'll be right there,we are going to have so much fun! Send u a kiss" she smiles.
"You have a boyfriend" I sound surprised she usually has boyfriends that only last for about 3 or 4 days the longest.
"Yeah and that's non of your business" she replies
"Ok then" I sight.

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"Ella" Patricia scrams from up stairs
"What?" I shout back
"Come and help me, choose what to wear"
"Whatever" I roll my eyes
"Don't you 'whatever' me young lady I'm your mother" she points at me with her face full of anger.

I open her closet, it was full of really cool stuff dresses, women shirts, pants, skirt, and really high heels. I mean she's not that short to be wearing those types of heels she's a bit old now, usually teenage girls would wear those kinda high heels. But anyway.

"How about this dress" I say as I take it out
"Too bright"
"This one" I point to the next one
"Too dark"
"Well then do whatever, you choose it" I scream at her.
'Oh oh' I sight inside my head, before I could even finish the other 'oh' Patricia slapped me so hard "if you ever EVER scream at me again you will get another one but even harder" and Patricia slammed the door.