Kayla is a nameless orphan, who is being ill-treated by her foster family. She runs away, only to fall in the hands of other foster families, who treat her worse than ever. Kayla soon discovers she has a half-older sister, who betrayed her, but lived a life of misery. Kayla can't do anything but save Karen, or worse, become a slave.
Mr.Bitermann walked in at that moment, and glared at me.
"You'll be staying in the basement alone all week," he said as if he just won the lottery.
"What?!" I spat.
Here's another incident: I was 9 and as a punishment (for nothing, obviously) I had to sleep in the basement for one night. And that night, a storm struck. The basement was creepy, really dark. Suddenly, I heard a creak. Okay, okay, it was just the vent rattling because of the wind, but I was so scared. I screamed ever so loud that I might have broken all of Nora's bones, sucked the blood out of Mr.Bitermann and scared Mrs.Bitermann to death.
Mr.Bitermann was VERY angry with me, but because it was nighttime, he didn't do anything.
I had to sleep in the basement for a month, and it was July, when storms are expected.
I kept screaming every night because of the storm that the Bitermanns were quite annoyed and they put me back in my bedroom, which was a relief.
"Yes," said Mr.Bitermann, enjoying himself.
Nora appeared in the doorway with a bandaged nose. "Daddy!" She said, hurtfully, (but smirked) "My nose is hurting so so much!"
"Don't worry, Nora dear, I'll get you a treat later," said Mr.Bitermann.
He fixed a look on me. "Go to the living room!" He barked.
I ran to the living room. Mrs.Bitermann was waiting for me. "Now put this on," she said and handed me an ugly brown torn coat.
I began to put it on.
Later, I was sent to the basement. Of course, right after Mr.Bitermann whipped me (for the second time today!)
It was dark and lonely in the basement. The storm was still going on.
I cried myself to sleep on the cold, stone floor.
There wasn't even a pillow or a blanket.
I woke up at 2 o'clock in the morning, I think. It was still really dark, and surprisingly the storm was still going on.
And then, I made up my mind.
I'm running away. Why didn't I think of it before?
I quietly went to Nora's room and stole a coat of hers. Then, I stole towards the larder and got out the food that Silvia had given me. It was still there.
I packed a bag. I didn't have many things, though.
Just a shirt, shorts and a torn skirt. Also, another coat of Nora's (this time it's way comfortable) and some money (I stole it, obviously).
I wore my shoes and slid on Nora's coat. Of course, as sneaky as I am, I put the brown coat I was wearing in Nora's coat drawer (mwah hahaa).
Then I slipped out, softly out the door. It was darker than ever.
I needed a flashlight. But I didn't have one.
Then I remembered that The Bitermanns had a flashlight in Mr.Bitermann's coat pocket in the hall.
I ran back in, not caring about the mud on my shoes and took out the flashlight. Suddenly, I dropped it.
Now that flashlight isn't any kind of normal one. It's an old one, it doesn't need battery. AND it's horribly big and steel, so if you drop it, it makes a loud, loud sound that will probably alert the whole house.
Nora, Mr.and Mrs.Bitermann all woke up.
Mr.Bitermann realized what I was up to and shouted angrily.
I picked up the flashlight and ran out the door as fast as I could.
I could still here the Bitermanns shouting indignantly.
Picking up the trunk I had packed, I groped the flashlight tightly and ran down the slippery street, splashing into puddles, but I didn't care.
I was free.
Goodbye Bitermanns.
