I hate this house. I really do. Like I said. Nobody knows my secret. That's why I'm telling you. I have problems. Big ones. And not like the ones you have at college. But serious problems. Like I live in the basement. The dark cold basement. Most girls my age would want the basement as their room. But to me, it's not a room. It's a dungeon. I hate it here. And most importantly. I hate my mom. She's my worst nightmare. Even worse then Jess and Tess. Yeah. Seriously. My room is called many things by her. And never us it called my room. To her it is the dungeon cell. And same for me. But she calls it many things. Like, sleep here or you'll never see the light of day again. Or go to the basement floor and clean it with a toothbrush. Your toothbrush. Or you'll clean the bathroom next time with your tongue. That's why I hate her. But the worst is when she leaves me there during the weekend. With no food. No windows. And a floor for a bed. No blankets. No nothing.
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Sincerely, Melissa Lay