Complaining:
Age: 5
Status: Alive
"You better hurry up and clean that shit!" Said Mr. Britson as he was walking out of room full of little girls. "Yes sir." Said a couple of them of them, as they were cleaning us the mess. Teresa a tall brunette girl looked over at the girl that was standing there making a face and said. "Move. Your. Ass." With pronounced words told another girl but smaller and more dirty blonde that was standing there doing nothing but daydreaming think what it would be like if her family hasn't giving her away. The blonde girl looked up at Teresa. "I don't want too.." "What?" Asked Teresa in a disgusted look. "I said I don't want too." Teresa slapped the blonde girl. "Clean up the shit... now!" Slowly the blonde got down on her knees with no expression on her face and cleaned just after Mr. Bristson's mess. 'I fucking hate it here...' the blonde thought.
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Emotion
Non-FictionWhy do we feel happy? Why do we feel mad? So frustrated or sad? Is it the way you treat me? Or make me feel? Sometimes I just wanna be alone and not let it be real. You make me feel things I don't want to feel.. even the ones that aren't appropriate...
