• "Why me?" She thought to herself. "I need to get away. This is killing me." Linda wanted to runaway feeling doubt in the pit of her stomach. She felt like nobody liked her. She was very clumbsy and shy.
    "LINDA!!!!!!!" Her mom yelled. "Coming mom." Linda shook her head and walked in the house. "I need you to take out the trash now. It's starting to stink up the whole house. I don't need people coming in and smelling this, it's horrible." I groaned and picked up the garbage. "Fine, where do you want me to put the trash?" I asked. "I want it in the dumpster behind the house and if you're not in the house in twenty minutes you will scrub the floors and clean the basement along with the attic. This place needs to look spotless." I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe this is happening to me.
    She went outside in the backyard holding the bag of garbage. She felt herself getting sick from the horrible smell in the garbage. She hurried up and threw it in the dumpster. "Oh my gosh that stinks!" I said. Why does she have to make me do all the dirty work and the stinky work too? I think she hates me but I can't do anything about it though.
    She got back with one minute left. Her foster mom turned around and gave her the death stare. "I see you got back in time. Well I guess you won't be cleaning anything but the bathroom." My mouth dropped. WHAT!?