Vendetta woke up, yawning. She smiled…an actual cheerful smile. She stretched, and got out of bed. She looked outside to see Clamburg—a beautiful town with plenty of color, sunshine, and kids playing. Vendetta opened her window and stuck her head outside. She closed her eyes as she felt the breeze ruffle her hair. But this was Clamburg's past. Vendetta was a playful, smart little girl in the 2nd grade, and everyone, minus her own mother, loved her.
Vendetta got ready for school—she put on her usual dress, and put up her hair into her usual pigtails. She walked sleepily down the steps to eat breakfast. Her mother, Whitney, scowled at her. "Hello, mother," Vendetta nervously said. Vendetta knew very well by now that her mother hated her. "Hello…oh, what's you're name again…" "Vendetta," Vendetta reminded her. Her mother constantly forgot her name, but she was used to it. "OK, Vendetta, would you wash the windows, polish the silverware, water the garden, and do everything else. Vendetta nodded her head, and went to work. Her stomach rumbled every time she would move, but she tried to ignore it. When she had finally finished, her mom threw her backpack at her and said, "Go to school, you stupid little girl." Vendetta ignored the stupid girl remark, she was going to school! School was Vendetta's favorite place to be, because she had all of her friends, she got to learn amazing things, and most of all, she got to be away from her cruel mother.
Vendetta ran to school. At the steps waiting for her was her best friend, Elizabeth, or Liz, for short. "Hey Vendetta!" Liz called. "Hey Liz!" They both ran to school together, laughing, and smiling. At the end of the day, they walked home together, like they ALWAYS did. "Vendetta, would you like to come over to my house today?" Liz asked. Vendetta had NEVER been to Liz's house before 'cause her mother never let her. Vendetta shuffled her feet. "I would love to…but you see…my mom…" Vendetta said. "Oh," Liz replied, disappointed. They were getting awfully close to Liz's house, so Liz had to go. "Bye, Vendetta!" Liz called, after she hugged her. "Bye…" Vendetta called, weakly. To her disappointment, Vendetta had to go home.
At the house, Vendetta gathered up the courage to ask her mom to go to Liz's house. "Hey…mom…can I g-go t-to Liz's house?" Vendetta stuttered. "Of course not, you stupid girl!" her mom growled. Vendetta started to get angry. "Why won't you EVER let me do what I want? I'm my own girl! And I'm NOT a stupid girl! I'm not you're servant either!" Vendetta clasped her hands over her mouth just as the words had escaped her mouth. Vendetta's mom slapped Vendetta on the face, and blood started to trickle down her cheek. Her mom also threw a suitcase at her. "JUST LEAVE MY PRESCENSE!" her mom roared. Vendetta scurried up to her room, and put in all her needs. When she went downstairs, her mom slapped her again, then kicked her out of the house.
Vendetta sighed as she dragged her suitcase on the ground. Cars whisked past her as she trudged along. Vendetta found a nice, cozy, abandoned burrow, and stayed there for the night, while she slept a night of dreamless sleep.