Chapter 10
By Samantha Jenkins
I looked at Mom, not believing what was happening. it was less than twenty four hours ago that the issue had been brought up for the first time.
“Which one is your daughter?” Arika asked, walking toward us. Mom looked at the three of us.
“The one in the blue and white plaid skirt.” Mom said.
Arika smiled at me and patted the chair where I would be sitting when I would get tortured by two little sharp pointy objects. Arika opened a drawer and pulled out a plastic container that had each of what the piercing ear rings looked like and handed it to mom who was standing next to me.
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