Katie

Traduzir 13 anos atrás

Part:1 I slam my bedroom door and snatch a tissue from my tissue box. "Katrina!!" my mother yells. I run to my closet, lock it and peek out through the hole. My bedroom door swings open, "Katrina! Your father is waiting at the dinner table! GET DOWN THERE!" my mother yells. I stay silent. No..! Why would I go down there to get my seventh beaten for today! But I know what I'm doing. I have a plan...