Chapter 1

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Adams P.O.V.

"Why is it that we are treated like we're nothing. like slaves even!?" May yells in frustration, preceding to go on the computer that she took from Mrs. Smith's room. She pulled up an article on how kids shouldn't be treated as slaves but, of course I can't read it thanks to my horrendous eye sight and my need of glasses so she read it to me. We both hear people walking through the front door and entering the house and we also smell the amazing food "I don't know about you bro but, I want some of that amazing food that they got downstairs" May says as a devilish smile emerges on her face, and me being me I joined her as we both snuck down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab some plates, we both see a giant and delicious looking cake but before we could get a taste Mrs. Smith grabs May by the arm "what do you think you're doing down here child!?" "What ever I want to do you old hag!" "Why you little-" Mrs. Smith tightens her grip on May and raises one hand in the air "don't you dare lay a hand on her!!!" I yell, suddenly every object made of glass in the house shatters."Hahhh" Mrs. Smith let's go of May and we both run upstairs into our room shutting the door behind us. "What did I just do?".......

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