Getting into Miss Kardashian's bad grace.

Evie's POV

"Scrub! Scrub!! And Scrub!!!" I sang as I continued to scrub the tiles of the large living room, imitating the voice of Miss Kardashian. I gave out a harsh laugh as I plopped forward on my elbows and knees, scrubbing over a surface I missed.

My life was all the irony and typical pitiful incidents I could ever conjure up together. I slapped the washcloth in my hand over another space on the tiles and cleaned the sweat on my forehead away with the back of my hand, but only succeeded in adding more water to the place I wanted to wipe the sweat from. My face was swollen, and my entire face was puffed from not getting enough rest.

Just like my sad mood, the sun seemed to mirror my emotions as it refused to shine brightly despite that it was already noon. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I haven't had anything to eat since the morning of the previous day, and that was even some cereal I stole when no one was in the kitchen with me. I knew that if I wanted to have som