Hey this is my first story and I really hope you like it. English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for the errors.
"WHY CAN'T YOU DO IT RIGHT BEATRICE? YOU CAN'T EVENCOOK OR CUT A TOMATO WITHOUT HURTING YOU!" My mom yells at me.
"DON'T YOU REMEMBER NATALIE? SHE CAN'T DO A THING RIGHT!" My father adds.
"I'm sorry... I really am trying. I'm really sorry mom..."
"Go to your room. You'll eat when were done."
"What? I can't eat with you?"
"You'll have the privilege to eat with us when you'll be able to do something right in this house."
"But-"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" My father yells.
I run to my room closing the door.
It's been at least 30 minutes when my mom yells again.
"CALEB! TIME FOR DINNER!"
I go to my door and the second my hand touches the handle, my mom screams again.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING BEATRICE! YOU EAT WHEN WERE DONE."
One hour later.
Two hour later.
Almost tree hours later.
"BEATRICE! IF YOU WANT TO EAT? IT'S NOW." It's the voice of my father.
I get down and at the table is a plate with the left overs.
"This isn't a dinner! Those are you left overs!"
"I'm sorry Beatrice your mom cooks so good that we ate it all. If you want something else, you can cook." My father walks to his room. Befor he enters, he looks at me again.
"If you can cook."
He closes the door behind him.
I sit and eat the more I can. But theirs nothing in this plate... I look in the fridge and find nothing.
Finally, I just give up. I clean my plate and get to my room.
This hasn't been the worst night... Somethines, my father would go the slap me in the face or just don't give me food. This was an easy night...
The second, my head is on the pillow, Idrift in a sleep.
And that is my life.
So? How did you liked it? Please review. Thanks for reading.