ARIANA'S P.O.V
The buzz of my alarm clock wakes me up, the bright light shinning in my eyes.. I slowly climb out of bed and take my hair out of a messy ponytail, my hair is natuaraly wavy.. I pull on a light pink dress.
"ARIANA" Ugh. My step mother Lisa yells for me with anger in her tone.
I rush down stairs grabbing my backpack, "Yes Lisa?" I say politly not wanting to anger her..
"You need to come home directly after school and do my laundery and clean the kitchen, we have company." She demands. I nod and smile at her but on the inside I just want to yell and tell her to do it herself..
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I walk in the door home from school, toss my kit bag lightly on the chair and get started on yet another friday night cleaning for Lazy Lisa.. A nick name I gave her when I was 8 after she got custity of me..
Sometimes I wonder if my father would still be with her if he was alive.. I shrug it off and get to work..
At least tomorrow is Saturday and I can go out with Sam, my best friend from school..
