Stupid

by Claire Evans My name is Sarah. My name is Sarah and I am 19 years old. I live in a house with 12 windows and 10 doors. That means there are two more windows than there are doors. I'm good with numbers, see? I like numbers. My house is blue and the windows are white. All of the windows are the same colour. I checked them syself. In my house, there is one kitchen, one living room with three sofas, a dining room with a big table and five chairs, one bathroom and two bedrooms. Mum tells me that I should have the bigger room because I have more things than her. I have 64 things and she only has 48. I know because I checked them my- self. That made Mum angry because I made a big mess. "Stupid girl, Sarah! Now i'm going to have to clean this up!" she shouted very loudly and then I cried. I didn't like that. I don't like being called stupid. When I used to go to school they would call me "Stupid Sarah" all of the time and I would cry then too. Mum would tell me that I wasn't stupid, that I just thought differently to everyone else and I liked that - I was not stupid. But then Mum called called me stupid so maybe I am. Maybe she's a liar. I don't like liars so I will not talk to her because she is a liar. Maybe she will be sorry then. Maybe she won't call me stupid again. I hope so. I dont like being called stupid because I am not stupid.
 * Stupid **