The Traisa

Chapter two

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Ayla

"Go to the market and buy me a pound of flour," my father demands.

"Yes father," I reluctantly agree.

It must be Wednesday, I think to myself . Wednesday was always shopping day.

"Don't forget 4 dozen eggs and 2 gallons of milk."

Yep, defiantly Wednesday.

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My parents claim that I'm a psychopath. I don't believe them one bit. Ever since I was a baby they never let me do anything. I've been very lonely because of it. I've turned to books to pass time and sometimes imagine the characters as my friends. I've always been abused by my parents, only allowed to leave the house to do chores and I can't talk to or play with other children I may encounter on my way. My parents threaten to beat me if I don't do exactly what they say and when. I've never been to school, my parents claim that education is unnecessary when I could be helping out with chores at home.
Books are the one thing I can have for myself. My one and only escape.

It was a cold Thursday morning and I was 6 years old the first time I tried to run away. My parents caught me as I was sneaking out the window. There have been numerous attempts since, but none have been successful. Obviously. That was my biggest wish, to escape and just live a normal life, like the kids I saw playing in the street when I went to the market. I would trade anything to be like them, even if it was just for a week.