STUCK WITH HIM

MOVING TO SAN JOSE CALIFORNIA

EMILY'S P.O.V

"hey get your a*s up from that bed, you bag of potatoes." my mom yelled hitting the cracked room door ..

my name is Emily banks and don't be deceived by the name my family is poor and barely surviving,, I had to combine two odd part time jobS in order to get this elite scholarship form. we moved from Detroit to San Jose California yesterday, am a transfer student at the prestigious starlake college . things are so expensive , my mom endured working at a movie theater, washing plates at obese Mr Tom's cafe, babysitting Mrs Everest's annoying baby and making pancakes at an over rated Chinese restaurant downtown and all we got was a room , tiny bathroom and a living room that is adjourned to the kitchen in the poorest part of the city.

"mom this isn't Detroit you don't just scream at people here , you may.....

"hey" she yelled "young lady watch it, I pay the same rent so I can scream as I want"

"seriously mom are you really saying this now, what if someone hear and .....

"what are they gonna do " she cut me off "put me in prison for saying the truth..??

well that my mom, she for all the reasons in the world hates the rich and the police , she says they are the reason our system is corrupt, at some point it rubbed off on me , I hate their guts the most, once while my mom was babysitting Mrs Everest's annoying baby, she accidentally threw the spoon on the floor and Mrs Everest fired her on account of wanting to poison her child. she also withdrew my mom's pay and that was how I missed an important school trip .the rich don't even let us attend the same school as their children yet they criticize us for not attending a high standard school and they give us low jobs in their company,over work us,pay us little and then force us to give them the Respect they don't deserve...

"better get ready and leave this minute or you get it from me." my mom yelled and stomped out..

" uuuuuuuurgh" I grumbled picking my worn out towel and walked into the bathroom..

"hey viola" my mom called " don't you dare wear trousers today,dress like a lady for Christ sake".. why she prefers calling me viola instead of Emily,I still don't get.

??????????????

I got ready all dressed up, entering the kitchen where my mom was boiling water

"am ready" I said

"what's this " she said upon turning to face me "do you enjoy disobeying me"

"come on mom, you know I look hideous in skirts and gowns besides it's my first day at school and this is new Kylie gave it to me" I said looking myself over ,am tall, slender,have full black straight hair that I packed into a ponytail,.

" we already have a miserable life ,why are you making ,why do you enjoy making it frustrating for me.."

" mom!!!!" I screamed " isn't it too early for this..

" did you just raise your voice at me..???"

"no" I answered sharply..

" pathetic " she mumured

" no breakfast..??" I asked looking over the wooden table that serves as our dinner table..

"there" my mom said throwing a plate with just one toast in it on the table..

"just this...??" I asked

" where do you think you are huh...??, Buckingham palace..??"