part 3

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All I remember is hearing a thud on the ground,and seeing a pool of blood around me and the big cat thing.I open my eyes, I was curled up in a ball in my closet blood all around me."Stop hiding and do your chores,"then she mumbled"dumb arse."I silently sob getting out of my closet going to grab all my cleaning utensils."stop crying little sissy,"she yelled."What are you going to do report me then you will have no where to live,"she said cackling.A tear shed out my eye not because of her, but because the other children were over in the corner of the room laughing, and pointing at me.If I could speak i would probably have all of those children down on their  knees begging for mercy.But I have heard many words so they finally came out.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT HUH, YOU STUPID LITTLE CHILDREN ARE NOT EVEN MORE SPECIAL THAN I AM SO YOU SHOULD GET YOUR LAZY ARSE IN HERE AND HELP ME CLEAN SO YOUR ROOM DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A FREAKING PIGSTY,understand,"i said fumbling my hands over my mouth.I finally had spoken, it was threatening but still i had spoken.The children were scared now, I made one cry.I pointed at the cleaning supplies.I wasn't going to do this anymore.I had done it all my life so why should i do it for the rest of my life.The children didn't know how to clean.So when Tiffany came up to ask me how to clean the toilets I just said'figure it out on your own."I  felt so mean but I like it.They deserve to work.While i have yelled and tortured all these years, they have sat around watching, laughing.Now was the time Mrs.Mitchell got what was coming to her.i went in my closet to see if it came with me.Then I found it.My special dagger from Oz

Hey guys I hope you enjoyed Mrs.Mitchell is the orphanage owner

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