I sweep my stringy, wet, light brown hair out of my yellow-green eyes and sigh, bracing myself. Then I knock on the door of "my home".
"You're late," a sharp voice says as the polished door swings open with a creak.
My Aunt Mary stands in the doorway, dark and forbidding against the warm, soft light coming from the kitchen. A chef's hat stands on her sleek, shiny, perfect long black hair. An apron as white as snow stands out from her dark green shirt and black pants.
"I know," I mumble.
"When did I say you could come back at seven?!" she thunders. "You were supposed to get the table and chairs and be back inside by five-ten!"
"I know," I say again. "I - I - um.. messed up. I -"
"You should go to your room, young lady," Aunt Mary says in a soft, deadly voice. "No supper, and you're grounded for a week!"
I don't say anything except, "Yes, ma'am," in fear of enraging her even more. I wait for her to go in the dining room before I come in, close the door behind me, and kick off my sneakers. The delicious smell wafting from the pot on the stove makes my mouth water and my stomach growl. Aunt Mary may be a mean, ungrateful pig, but she sure could cook. Although eating her food was a rare treat; my usual supper was a thin slice of bread and a soggy cracker.
In the peace and quiet of my room - or should I say "dusty, bare attic" - I sit on my rickety bed, staring into space, and wishing the time to go faster so I could go to school! There was still a whole month of chores and unhappiness! I stand up, barely containing my rage and impatience, and throw my pillow at the gray wall. I hate this! I think, and sit down hard on the grimy wood floorboards.
My stomach growls again. I decide to go to sleep so my stupid stomach will shut up.
I lie on the bed, close my eyes, and wait for sleep to come.
END OF CHAPTER TWO! This was a longer chapter (374 words!) because I had more time. I hope you like it so far!
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Alone
AdventureLorna's life is just plain sad. She lost her mother and father by the age of nine. She lives with her not-so-nice aunt and uncle. She moved, losing the only friend she had. And someone might be out to get her... This is my first story, it's not goi...
