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*Hey guys, I guess I kind of got this idea from something a friend of mine told me so...it was a random story idea ^_^ Hope this will be good :) Enjoy.
-Lexa*

Me: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3hJz_-bB3Q/STOn6Sp0AUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mA8dcpdOH2c/s400/emo-haircuts.jpg

Michael: http://music.rightcelebrity.com/wp-content/photos/Michael_Jackson_1_2_3_4_5_6_7_8_9_10_11.jpg

I sat on my bed listening to music when I heard my dad call me down to make dinner.

Me: *mumbles* They can do it themselves, they don't have to always make me do it. *gets up*

I walked down into the kitchen and grabbed the pan my dad was holding.

Dad: Now, don't seem so upset. It is your job isn't it? *chuckles and walks out*

I guess it was. You see, when I was adopted, my parents acted nice for the first few weeks. But then, they started treating me like a slave. I had to clean everything, cook everything and do everything around the house. I always wish that I knew my real parents. So I could contact them...or something to get me out of here.

I finished putting the plates together when I heard a noise from upstairs.

Mom: Good. Now, get us some drinks.
Me:...
Dad: Did you hear what she said?

I ignored them and walked upstairs and into my room. There wasn't anything there. I could've sworn I heard something in here....right?

Me: I could've sworn...

I saw something out of the corner of my eye and quickly snapped my head towards it. Nothing...now, I can't be seeing or hearing things. I swear, something is going on. I sat on the end of my bed and sighed. Maybe I am seeing things.

???: Shh...

I whipped my head around...but saw nothing again. Okay, something is going on.

Dad: *opens the door* Now, you know what happens when you do things like that.
Me: *looks at the belt in his hand and looks down* Yeah...a beating.

-That night-

I lay in the bed, sobbing and staring up at the ceiling. I would run away if I could. I guess I'll have to wait till I'm 18.

Me: *sighs* 3 years from now.
???: You'll make it through.

I quickly turned to where I heard the voice and went wide eyed. No...way...

*Sorry it's short -_- I'm so tired. lol Anyway, hope you guys liked it ^_^
-Lexa*

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