OC's P.O.V (SHE IS 14 NOW)

I blinked my eyes open as my broken alarm the time read 6:00 the alarm rung quietly so not to wake 'mum' or 'dad' I knew they weren't my real parents they always told me this I quickly turned off my alarm and tiptoed to the fridge to prepare the breakfast. I did all so in silence I learned the hard way to let my parents sleep in as I cooked I remembered that horrible time.

Flashback

I was still young and I woke up quite early and went to the kitchen to get cereal when I put the milk away I accidentally knocked over some pans making a loud clash. I gasped and then heard heavy footsteps I quickly put the pans away and stood up and saw 'dad' walk in with an angry glare I shook under his gaze he glared at me and asked. "Why did you wake us up brat huh what did I tell you? NOT TO WAKE US UP" he advanced on me and slapped across the face he then grabbed a chunck of my hair and dragged me to my bedroom when he locked the door and left me there for a few days with no food or water and when he did let me out I was only allowed a bit.

Flashback ends

I finished breakfast and laid out the table gently I then waited for them to come downstairs until an hour later they did I watched them eat for they did not leave the table and I had to watch them whilst I was pain driven from hunger. I could feel my stomach growl until they finally left for their works when they left I cooked my own breakfast and made the table I then grabbed my books that I got from the library and ate my breakfast whilst I read Romeo and Juliet. When I finished I went to do my chores I cleaned the kitchen, bathroom, living room and my parents room when I finished I went into my room to get changed I put on my cloths which were either to big or to small for me I preferred the to bigger clothes I put on my baggie grey trousers with my big black top and my baggie grey hoodie. When I finished getting dressed I looked at my broken mirror I saw a sickly looking girl with long brown hair and blue eyes I was thin yet not to thin I was smarter then most kids mostly because I read more but I preferred to sing I sat on my bed and sang my faviroute song I heard.

Matilda the musical-naughty

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.

So they say, their subsequent fall was inevitable.
They never stood a chance; they were written that way -
Innocent victims of their story.
I pulled out my Romeo and Juilet story.
Like Romeo and Juliet,
'Twas written in the stars before they even met
That love and fate (and a touch of stupidity)
Would rob them of their hope of living happily.
The endings are often a little bit gory.
I wonder why they didn't just change their story.
We're told we have to do what we're told, but surely
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty.

Just because you find that life's not fair, it
Doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it.
If you always take it on the chin and wear it,
Nothing will change.
Even if you're little you can do a lot, you
Mustn't let a little thing like 'little' stop you.
If you sit around and let them get on top, you
Might as well be saying you think that it's OK,
And that's not right.

Cinderella, in the cellar,
Didn't have to do much as far as I could tell.
Her Godmother was two thirds fairy.
Suddenly her lot was a lot less scary.
But what if you haven't got a fairy to fix it?
Sometimes you have to make a little bit of mischief.

And if it's not right, you have to put it right.

In the slip of a bolt, there's a tiny revolt.
The seeds of a war in the creak of a floorboard.
A storm can begin with the flap of a wing.
The tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting.
Every day starts with the tick of a clock.
All escapes start with the click of a lock.
If you're stuck in your story and want to get out,
You don't have to cry; you don't have to shout.

'Cause if you're little, you can do a lot, you
Mustn't let a little thing like 'little' stop you.
If you sit around and let them get on top, you
Won't change a thing.
Just because you find that life's not fair, it
Doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it.
If you always take it on the chin and wear it,
You might as well be saying you think that it's OK.
And that's not right.
And if it's not right, you have to put it right.

But nobody else is gonna put it right for me.
Nobody but me is gonna change my story.
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty.

I pulled out my Matilda book for revenge I eventually found the best one.

The next day I got my dads hat and grabbed the superglue and put it on the outsides of the hat when I heard dad coming I quickly his the glue and passed him his hat I smirked and waited for when he came back. Later when he came back he was furious he stormed up to me and grabbed my ear pulling me to the closet he shoved me in and locked it yelling about what I did but I knew at least I got my revenge.