My story, you probably think is going to end like a happy little fairy tale. Well I can tell you one thing, suspect the worst. I’m telling you, this story IS a true horror. . .
“Kayla! get your butt down here or I'm coming up there and kicking it down!” said my mother. Well, stepmother anyway. she is a real brat, not me. Let me get to the point. . . I hate her. My old mom was sweet. And well, my dad and I loved her. My dad died when I was nine. He was in a car accident and well. . . the doctors couldn't save him. He died. My mom she died when I was born. Even though I never even new her, my dad told me wonderful stories about her. Before my dad got into the car accident, he made the worst mistake of his life, he married Marla Edean Pittersburge. My stupid stepmother. My life is like the Cinderella story, but without a happy ending. Yeah, my life is miserable. But, I guess I could say my life isn’t as bad as Cinderellas. I mean I have awesome friends at school.
Most people in my grade hate going to school. But for me it is like a get-away-spa from my stepmother. Anyway my life to sum it up for you, sucks.
I ran downstairs hurrying so she won’t kick my butt down the stairs. seriously, she actually did that once to me. I was in the bathroom then walked out. I went over to the stairs then, BAM! my butt got a beating and I tumbled all the way down the stairs. She didn’t even care. She just walked right by and said: “That’s what you get for not hurrying!” What a complete idiot!
“Hurry Kayla, your going to miss the bus!” she said, then added: “But not that I care, You will just have to walk then anyway”. She glared at me with her ugly mud brown eyes and then walked off.
“I hate her” I grumbled to myself then grabbed my lunch and ran to catch the bus.
“I really hate her”