Eleven-Eleven
Chapter one
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I looked into the fridge, again. Hoping food would have magically appeared by now. Nope. Nothing.
I grabbed the milk, opened it, looked around making sure no one saw me, and drunk it straight out of the gallon.
Like i always do. "Ew, remind me never to drink that milk." I heard from behind me.
It was Priscilla, one of my two step-sisters.
The other one was Laselia. Ever since my Dad had died, I've been living with my them and my step-mother, Ephilia.
They have weird, awkward names, but i've never commented on it.
"I'm sorry, does this bother you?" I drank more out of the gallon.
"Egh, you're so disgusting!" She turned to walk away.
"And have some manners!"
"Aaah, i know right? And naah, too much work."
I loved messing with Priscilla, she deserves it.
"I'm telling mother. Mother!"
"Tell her, she isn't my mother."
"Yes, because your mother is DEAD."
"You think that's funny?"
"I don't think it's sad. Her death was the best thing that happened to Mother.
Your father was rich, and looking for a new wife, so he married mother."
"Yeah, my father had bad taste."
"Oh! How dare you insult my mother!"
"Yeah, whatever."
I felt a chill down my spine.
You know what that means,
Ephilia, AKA 'Evil step-mother' was nearby.
She walked into the kitchen, staring at me the whole time.
She picked up the flower pot near the sink, and threw it onto the floor.
"Oh, what a mess!" She gave me the evil eye.
"Clean it up." She said, walking away.