MAYA
“It’s not my fault!” I shouted. I was crying, and snot was running out of my nose. “I don’t know why I had to go to that dumb gala. It was your idea! Why blame me? If you were looking for an ideal representative for your ideal family, why didn’t you send your ideal daughter? Why force me to go?”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three slaps rained down on my face, and I went blind.
“How dare you talk back?” my father growled. ”Did you forget your manners frolicking through the world of humans?”
I clenched my teeth and glared as best I could through the pain. “Yes! Father, what are you going to do? Hit me again? You may continue with what you began.”
For a moment, he paused. It was the first time I’d ever stood up for myself. I was the worthless daughter … may as well act like it.
But then
