I wake to the sound of my blaring alarm. It’s 5 in the morning and I have to make breakfast for my family of 6. I get out of bed, and walk downstairs to the kitchen. I decided to make pancakes. While I was making them I heard my stepmother coming downstairs. My heart filled with rage and I added a ton of salt to the batter to make them nasty. My family deserved it. They treat me like a servant! After everyone else came downstairs they ate my pancakes and started gagging to my delight. My family was furious and the youngest twins started to throw the pancakes and started a full blown food fight. I have to clean the mess! I couldn’t stand it any longer. I rushed upstairs and packed my bags without them knowing. When they all left to do their stuff, I quietly sneaked out and breathed in the crisp winter air. Freedom at last.