"Faith! Faith!" My mother shouted from the kitchen.
"Yes, mom?" I answered her.
"Remember? You need to take out the trash! It's part of your chores!" My mother handed me the plastic bag that smelt like expired food and bacteria.
"Sorry!" I ran outside and put the disgusting plastic bag in the metal bin. I went back inside the house and walked upstairs to my room.
I looked at my messy, unorganised desk and a piece of creamy, yellow paper.
"Oh no! My project!" I screamed loudly and I started throwing all of my clutter on the ground. "I need to get started on it!" I had just realised, my project was due tomorrow. It was 3 pm in Brisbane, Australia.
"I thought Sundays were calming!" I raged.
For hours and hours, I worked on my project until it was time for dinner.
"Faith, dinner is ready." My elder sister said as she entered the room.
"Dinner? It's only 4!" I exclaimed and looked at the clock.
"It's 6, and we're waiting for you." She said as she went downstair to the dining table.
I put everything down and I went down to eat dinner.
"You look pale darling. You sick?" My mother asked me and she looked extremely worried.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I bit my lip to try making it look red and less pale.
After dinner, I went upstairs to my bedroom to check on my work. I had made lots of progress, except it looked messy, careless and untidy. I flopped on my bed and sighed.
I had just turned 13 two days ago, and I thought on that very birthday I had bad luck. Was it bad luck? Or was it just only going to be today. I felt stressed and tired. Just like yesterday. And Last week. And Friday. Possibly every day.
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Dear Faith
Teen FictionFaith, a 13-year-old girl who lives in Brisbane, Australia with her family is experiencing things as she grows up. She believed that on her 13th birthday bad luck will strike this year. Unexpected things happen and chaos starts.
