“Get out of bed you stupid brat and cook some food now!” Dale stormed at her.
She did not say anything, just nodded and pulled herself up off the floor. It was hardly a bed, in which she slept on. It was just old hessian bags, now empty of the rice that once used to be held in them. They were rough and not as nice as a mattress, but it was the best thing she could find, to use under her body, protection between her and the cold damp floor of the dark basement. Her room, was not even a room, it was a small cell, with metal bars, like a prison. She was shoved in there every night and woken up every morning with a kick to the side.
Life had been like this for Moon Dust since she was five years old. Every day, it was the same thing, every night it was the same thing. After her father had kil
