As I woke up, I heard the chirping of the morning birds and I smiled. Today was my eleventh birthday, and you're only eleven once you know. While climbing out of bed I heard my mother calling for me, wiping the smile from my face as I looked for my clothes, I heard my mother banging on my door "Hurry up! You need to get down here so we can go!" she said. I sighed and told her I would be down soon, as I grabbed some black skinny jeans and a green free hugs t-shirt out of the closet. Once I was dressed I walked down the stairs to the kitchen and grabbed a pop-tart as I combed my fingers through my hair. As I walked down towards the door eating my poptart I saw my mother standing there in her red mermaids dress looking enraged as always.
My mother grabbed me roughly by the arm, shaking me as she yelled "Next time get down here faster!" I meakly nodded, knowing anything I said would only enrage her further. So I hid my true emotions of rage and hate away, as I always do. I sighed and muttered softly "why don't you just leave me here then?" With a scream of rage she slaps me, her grip on my arm becoming the only thing keeping me from falling as I close my eyes and try to keep away the urge to cry at the pain. Then, I felt the sticky wetness of blood running down my cheek, opening my eyes I looked at the women who I called mother "please, let me stay here, I can no longer go out like this anyway." My mother glares at me and huffs "Fine, but while I'm gone you must clean up the mess you made and clean the house as well, I also expect you to have dinner for me when I get home and you will stay out of the way if I have a guest, I don't even want to see you, understand?" I hide my smile and nod meekly "when will you be home?" My mother glares again "I expect to be home around 9, oh and bring the mail in while your it too, will you?" She said as she brushed the wrinkles out of her dress and walked out the door.
I watched from the door as she walked down the driveway and left. Once she was gone I grabbed the mail and went inside to dress the cut on my face and clean up. Placing the mail on the table I whet into the bathroom and started cleaning the cut, once it was clean I found it went from my ear to my mouth, and I sighed as I bandaged it, hoping it wouldn't scar as I walked out of the bathroom.