I bolted out of my bed when I heard my adopted parents alarm clock go off. I have too hurry and go make breakfast before they get their,but I was too late. They had already showered and everything when I came up from the small i lived in. When i got to the kitchen my adoptive dad yelled "Where is my breakfast you freak?" When i didn't answer he hit me in the stomach andstarted ranting and yelling till he turned blue. "Now go make me some breakfast before your beloved mother wakes up." he hissed I hate that I have to live like a slave. I can't wait till I turn eight-teen then i can leave this place forever. "Are you finished with my food yet girl. If your not get ready for a beating freak." For some reason i got really mad. Madder then i usally do when he says that. Just then the plate he was holding exploded. I stared at it in shock. Did i do that or was it something else?