**Victorias Life(she wasnt always a mean bitch)**
Water dripped off my blazing red hair and onto the floor.
“Mom? Can I leave now?” Mom had made me go outside, in the freezing rain, and gather all of the wet clothes on the line. I was shaking now in the corner, covered from head to toe with water, I coughed.
“Vic your not dry enough. Just a couple più minutes.” Mary was standing da the edge of the wall, looking at me, a smile on her face. She loved my torture.
“Okay, te can go up now.” Yes, I quickly fled up the stairs and into my room.
    It was warm in here. My letto was successivo to Mary’s, I gently took of my dress, and laid it on the floor. I walked to the closet and got another out, this one was green, it went well with my hair.

“Victoria!” The sound came from downstairs, it was Mom. I raced down the stairs to see what she wanted, she was standing at the bottom of the stairs her face angry, Mary standing successivo to her. In both of Mary’s hands was a ragged doll, cut into two. Oh I knew where this was going.
“Victoria!” Mom yelled in my ear as she pulled my hair. “What have te done to Mary’s doll!” Mary was smiling to herself, trying to keep from giggling.
“Mom! I didn’t do-” I started but she pulled my ear, and that made me shut up.
“Don’t sass me, Victoria. te always do this kind of stuff to Mary. Don’t te get that she’s younger than you, she’s only thirteen, you’re her role model, don’t teach her the wrong things.” She had let go of my hair already, but she had a pretty tight grip on my ear.
“Mommy. te know she did it, she ripped my preferito doll.” Mary was in tears now, but behind them I could see her wicked smile.
“Ill make this better.” Mom reassured Mary.
“Victoria! Look at me, swear to me that you’ll never do it again.” She yelled in my ear again.
“But Mom im telling te I did-” She stopped my again.
“What? So now your little sisters lying? I told te not to sass me!” She brought her hand up, then flashed it across my face. The burning never seemed to end. Mom left with her arms crossed, Mary was still in front of me.
“You gotta stop doing this to me, Vic. Moms getting real irritated.” She left laughing, throwing her doll at my face. She loved my torture.