I stared into the broken shard of the mirror infront of me. My dark chocolate hair was dirty and knotted, ending at my shoulders. I could only use the bathroom when my dad was out, so i didn't get to wash much. I hated it. My green eyes were shining out at me but i sadly looked away from the mirror and down at my body. It was hard enough to get sneak food out from the kitchen sometimes so obviously i was quite skinny, as well as the fact that i was really short. I wasn't anything special. I used to think maybe i could be, but when someone tells you something enough you start to belive it.
"NEZZA!" My dad screamed. I hastly made my way downstairs and stood timidly at the door while he watched football.
"Go get me a beer!" He grunted.
"Um, do you have the money or shall i..."
"JUST GO AND GET MY BEER!"
I quickly scurried away and out the front door. I had to do this a lot of the time. But what else could i do? Sometimes i just had to be a theif. You might ask why i have to do what he says, but, if i dont... he beats me. I'm just so scared one of these days he's going to beat me, and not stop until i'm dead.
So you see i have no choice. Not like you.