I sat on the throne like chair, my stomach tight and my spine painfully rigid, staring down at my plate of chicken. The edge was crisp and the inside was moist and suclant, it looked delicious, exept for the small fact that I was a vegetarian. Ever since I turned 11 I was against all forms of animal crulty. On Sunday My fat farther, the king, would go to the ring and make the poor dogs and chickens fight, betting on the winner. I despised it, complete and utter rubish it was to. I loved to go down to the stables and pet my horse, meg, every day. I would ride her for howers though the forest just enjoying her company, spiling out my heart to her. Afterwards I would scrub doun her rich chocolate coat and set out her new bedding.
"Araur?" my farthers harsh tones brought me to my senses, " if you dont eat your chicken, I will-"
" araur,darling why dont you go now?" it wasent a question, it was an order. My mother had a way with her bueatiful soft voice, it made you want to obey her. I on the other hand had my farthers gruf comandimg voice and I hate it. As I got up to leave I took one last look at her, my mother, her bueatiful curly hair perfectly frames her soft face. I gave my farther one last look of disgust and left, slaming the door.
As soon as the doors closed I heard raised voices. My farther had been getting wors lately.
That is why I have decided to leave tonight, befor things get out of hand. It will break my mother heart to wake up in the morning and find her only daughter gone. For, she loves me dearly but she will get ofer it.
But will I?
