Emerald's POV
As the sun beat down on my back, I pulled the weeds from the garden as fast as I could.
Sadly, I was unable to go to school today because Sarah told me there was a lot of work to be done at home. Apparently, she's expecting some important friends of hers which means the house needs to be spotless, inside and outside.
I heard the door open again. I didn't need to turn my head to know it was Sarah. She comes out at intervals to scream at me.
There's no doubt that she has taken a particular delight in assigning me tasks, using them as a means to exert control over my life.
"What's taking so long?" Sarah barked at me.
I sighed.
Can't she see that I'm doing my best here?
Why does she take pleasure in seeing me suffer?'
"The sun is hot and it's burning my fingers" I said
