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Through drama's eyes =P
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Oldies :)
The Slave Driver smacks me around. “Get back to work!!”
~(Dang dad, sure doesn’t feel like you’re just ‘play-spanking’ me.)
It’s a long ride to the Slave Trader’s meetinghouse, but we are lined up, ready to be chosen…
~(I hate it when they line up all the girls at dances. Why can’t it be a free-for-all?)
I limp upstairs in physical exhaustion, ready to rid myself of my ball and chain.
~(Man, bad idea wearing such a hot dress and high-heels for 3 hours!)
I step into my dreary room and I can hear the slow tapping of dripping water somewhere.
~(John must have forgotten to shut off the sink completely before going to bed.)
My eyes try to adjust to the darkness, only the moonlight through my window aiding my vision.
~(Darn Bug, I hate it when she’s asleep before me and I can’t turn on my light.)
Lying down upon my bedding, the rumbling and growling of an unknown thing meets my ears, and I can feel its cold breath gracing my back. I dare not turn to look.
~(I’m too lazy to turn off the A.C.)
I finally soothe myself to sleep in hopes of a better day tomorrow.
~(Self explanatory.)
weirded out... I like the imagery of the a/c. that was funny. I've called dad a slave driver before...I take it back now...I'm glad he pushed us so hard. it's been a huge advantage out here.