The Poor Life I Have

100 reasons

Yn Pov

I sat outside of the room listening very closely to the conversation.What I was doing was listening to Jacob being taught.Since hes rich he doesn't go to school and hes home schooled and since I'm poor and just the worthless maid I listen and try to learn from the conversation they have.I try to finish my chores before three, because thats when his lessen starts.I pay attention to the time wisely.I have to be in my room ten minutes before four because Jacob comes and checks on me.Why?I don't know but he does.I looked up and the clock said 3:48.I started stuffing my papers into my folder that had torn edges that were gonna soon split the whole folder.I stood up using the wall to help me.I quickly walking to my room as my old dusty boots made clicking noises on the marbled floor.There was an exact three minute walk to my room.I closed my door behind me and sat on my bed.I put my left foot up on my right leg and began to unzip my boot and take it off.I did the same with my other side and neatly sat them down next to eachother.I kicked my feet up on the bed with my hair scattered all over the pillow and my dress laying flat on my thighs.I waited a good thirty minutes for Jacob to enter my room,but he didn't. I guess something came up.I just shook it off and continued my day.I picked up my old torn folder and pulled out my 100 list.Thats a list that I add to when I was bored.I'm on number 99.It's the 100 things the I hate about Jacob.I turned my back towards the door righting the 100th thing as I gripped onto the pencil hard making the words bold.I wrote this as anger filled my face and I put more pressure on the paper cause it to wrinkle the paper."Watcha got there?"Jacob said with is breath hitting the back off my neck scaring me"Nothing"I jumped up quickly stuffing the list in the folder and then under me pillow"I saw my name"he stated looking past me and over at my pillow.I blocked his veiw"No you didn't"I tryed to convince him"Then can I see what you were writing"he asked.I hesitated, but I reached into the folder and pulled out a drawing that I had drew this week.I handed it to him and he stared back at me

"This isn't what I saw"he said shoving the picture in my hands."Yes it is"I told him.He looked over at the folder, then me, the folder, then me, the folder, and then he stopped and stared at me for a while.He shoved me onto the bed and snatched the old folder from under the pillow.I stood up on the bed and pushed the floder out of his hand causing it to slide across the floor making each paper slide a different way and the list slid farther so it was quickly noticed.I jumped off of the bed almost falling from my socks slipping on the wooden floor.He grabbed my waist trying to pull me back, but I managed to slip out of his hands and I plopped onto the floor landing on my hands and knees.I crawled towards the paper as Jacob tryed to pull me back.I snatched the paper off of the floor and got up.Jacob also got up and chased me around the room.We ran in a circle going around over the bed.As I ran I ripped the list into as many tiny pieces as I could."Give it to me!"he shouted

"No!"

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"You!"

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"Can!"

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"Eat!"

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"My!"

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"Liver!"

And with that he fell right infront of me just in time to see me throw it out of the window as the wind carried it away.I threw my self on my bed in relief.Jacob was upset though,he got up and stood over me blocking the light that was coming in from the window.I sunk my head down in the pillow afraid of what might happen next."What was on the paper"he questioned grabbing the collar of my dress and pulling be closer to him"Nothing"I lied.He raised his fist and I blocked my face in defense.He punched me in my stomach,somewhere I thought he'd never go.He would usually aim for my face or arms.I held my stomach in pain."Tell me!"he shouted.I simply shook my head no.He slapped me hard across my face leaving a mark."Do you give up?"he asked still pulling me close to him.I quickly shook my head yes."What was on the paper?!"he asked strongly giving me chills"Will you get mad"I asked scared "No"he calmly said letting go of me fixing my collar and returning his hands to himself"It's the 100 things I hate about you"I said almost in a whisper"But, I thought we were best friends?"he asked.I didn't believe he said that.My eyes shot open and I tilt my head and looked at him like he was crazy.Why would he think that?Friends don't even do that to eachother.Sure he does nice things every ounce in a while like not beating me for a whole week, but other than that hes just some guy I know.Some cold heartless guy I know."Best friends don't hurt eachother!"I shouted"Why do you think I visit you every day?"he asked me"So you can hurt me like you always do"I told him.I guess he went into thinking mode because he didn't reply for a while."Did you finish?"he asked"Yes"I told him"Whats the 100th thing?"he asked.I put my head down and began to answer his question"You make my love you"I replied