okay like i dont know what got into me but all of a sudden i felt like doing a story like this. Well hope yall like it better than my last one!
"YUMI!" yelled an old japanesse man with a long grey beard, and a great, big, round belly hanging out of his shirt. He had a beer in one hand and the other he had holding a long, black wip they use to hit horses.
"YUMI!" he called again.
Yumi came running into the living room were the man was at. "yes sir" she said bowing down.
The man hit her hard with the wip leaving a line of blood in her hand. Yumi let out a small moan of pain but didnt move out of place. He looked at her like if he was seeing a destructive mouse and walked towards her slapping her hard across the face when he was two inches away from her. He pointed at the windows that illuminated the living room and yelled at her.
"DO YOU THINK THESE WINDOWS ARE GOING TO CLEAN THEMSELVES YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!" he spitted all over her face as he screamed at her.
Yumi pretended to cry and said " im soo sorry sir i should have known better. im soo worthless!" oh buhu!"
The man eyed her dangerously and slapped her then hit her with the wip. "ARE YOU MOCKING ME!"
Yumi fell to the floor of the impact he had on her. she clutched her shirt, that was ripped in a perfect line across her stomach as the blood started rushing out. The man kicked her hard in the stomack "GET UP" he yelled.
Yumi got up and real tears started to flow out of her eyes " sir i wasnt mocking you i was just telling the thruth, why dont you get your lazy fatass up and clean them yourself!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The man grabbed Yumi by the hair and started dragging her up the stairs. He reached the attic door and he opened it chunking yumi inside. He shut the door close and locked it from the outside. He laughed sickly, "no dinner for you for the next five months." and left.
Yumi got up and turned on a bunch of candles letting light get in the room, for there was no windows in the attic. There was a great, dusty mirrow sitting in one corner of the room. Yumi walked towards it and checked herself. She had grown over the years since her mother and father had died whenever she was thirteen. She was seventeen now and had a killer body but often never showed it. Her hair was long all the way to her waist now and she was thin, very, very, thin. The reason for that was because of her master, that use to be a close friend of her parents, had decided to adopt her and live in her house. He almost never let her eat and was always beaten her up and making her do all chores in the house. She punched the side of the wall, she hated him soo much. She sighted and walked towards the old bed that was in the middle of the room and fell on it falling asleep.
Okay soo it isnt that good but i have to get off now. please review