My thought is interrupted by a scream and a door slam.
Right away I knew it was Emma because of her high pitched scream. A thought occurred to my my mind, why the hell did I just her Emma scream. What is Mrs. Johnson doing to my sister?
I was scared, my sister is suffering and I can't do anything about it. If I did I would be in really big trouble.
I decided to clean my room later. Honestly I don't care if Mrs. Johnson gets mad, she's done enough damage to us. Hurting my sister, that women makes me sick. Shes 11 years old, not her toy!!!
I walked down the hallway to put the cleaning supplies back in the supply closet. When I opened the door a whole load of things fell out and landed on me causing a huge mess.
And if things couldn't get any worse Mrs. Johnson came around the corner the second it happened. She gasped as she stared at me standing over the "huge mess I made" she stomped over to me and stood there waiting for me to say something.
"Um..... it was an accident." I stammered
"Oh yeah I bet it was!" She said, "Let me guess the buckets of stuff just fell out by themselves!"
"Uh..." I said.
"Well?" She said, "I'm waiting."
"Well it sorta did fall out by its self... it um... fell out when I opened the door!" I said.
"Why do you lie? Why can't you just tell the truth like good little girls do?"
"I am telling the truth though!" I say.
"That's it I'm sick of your lying! Go to your room right now!" She said.
"But I-" I said
"Now!!!" She screams, "Or else you'll be locked up in your room like your sister!"
I frown at her, she cackles like a witch and walks away. I walk back up stairs to my room. I lay back on my bed staring at the beige ceiling. I began thinking. She can't treat me like this... who does she think she is?
I sit up and punched my pillow. I can't do this anymore she can't treat me this way. She can't treat my sister like this.
Without even thinking I stood up and stomped over to my door. Almost ripping the door off its hinges, I stomped my way down the hall to Mary's room.
I needed her help, it was pay back time. I didn't know what I was planning on doing to Mrs. Johnson but all I knew was that I was getting back at her I wanted her life to be miserable. I was mad!
