Hi im sorry if the story is 2 boring this is ma first story Im writing so pls if yhu lyk it comment nd dnt b 2 hard on me x.tammy

....................... the door creaked open, she heard footsteps, " who's that" the little girl demanded.There was no answer . Then suddenly the windows flew open and if you listened careful you could hear the faint whisperering in the air nd constant repeating of just one simple word blood.The little girl heard it and screamed................ And that scream was the last they ever heard of her.
"Andy for the last time get off the freakin typewriter or I would have to come myself and get your sorry ass off it." screamed a crazy woman who just happens to be the womans whose tummy I was stuck in for nine months .
"m-um im comin just give me five more mins I was just getting to the good part" I screamed back.
"Andrea Josephine Franklin im not going to repeat myself get off that typewriter and come down for dinner or I wud get up there and cut the wires of that electronic nonsense with my garden shears" replied the crazy woman. See what I mean by shes crazy I mean what kind of mother says that to her own child this is verbal child abuse , she has probably infected me with her craziness. I switch off my typewriter and go downstairs with my dignity and pride intact which is more than I can say for that woman and greet my family in the loving way they so don't deserve.
By the way let me tell you more about me and my loving family. Not. My name is andrea josephin franklin but every body calls me andy. I have an older sister who is a megaslut but is in college and is 20 studying something I really don't know or better yet care about. Another brother who is older than me and is 17 a senior in high school and is the quarterback oh yea and a jerk . Then comes me the only normal person in this sick family . Im a junior and im 16 then comes the twins both 10 and both pain in the asses. My mom is a woman I her late thirties that still dresses like she is 18 . Oh and I guess my dad must have thought we were losers too and maybe that's why he left when I was 6 and mum was pregnant with the twins at the delivery room and never came back. Since then mum has been dressing in a more feminine way to show she is back in the market I mean which mother tells her daughter that I bet Im scarred for life. " honey do you think my butt looks big in this dress james is about to pick me up for dinner don't wait up and if I don't come back tonite I would be back early tomorrow morning you guys can take care of yourself rite" "sure mum and you look terrible in that dress and I would probably call the child abuse helpline and sue you for child neglect". "ok how much" says my mom. " 25 per hour " " 25 per hour a bloody nanny is cheaper than that" "so maybe you should get yourself one" I replied cheekily " now don't you be cheeky with me young lady ok 25 per hour but on the condition you don't invite any boys over or have a party". "im sorry mom but you talking to the wrong child that should be Will you should be saying that to" I say innocently " whatever"was the reply I got. We hear the doorbell go off "that's james bye luv you and make sure the twins don't have any sugar before bed" my mother warns. " whatever is all I reply".we just had dinner when she was around so theres no need for any more food and all I have now is sleep and wake up early tommorow morning to get ready for school and collect my money for doing nothing at all.