She moved downstairs sulking passing her mum quietly hopping not to be seen, it seemed to work, item one of the list was to dust funitchure down, she cursed under the breath the dusting things are in the kitchen where her mum was cooking dinner, at least her dad was not in, she notticed his car not in the drive way, he was at work, she entered the kitchen on her tip toes hopping not to be heard she got the stuff but as soon as she was about to leave, “and what do you thing you are doing” ?, her mum turned to face her, “i am doing what you told me to…, i am wearing the right cloths like you said”, her mum nodded, “i mean what are you doing sneaking around, avoiding me, how dare you”, with that she gave Emma a hard stinging slap to the face so hard she fell to
