"Look what you've done!" Mr Mizrahi bellowed, "You evil child."
Sophia stared at the floor. "I didn't do anything and you know it," she said.
"Didn't do anything, huh? Then how did the key get locked inside the car?" he asked.
"How should I know? Maybe you put it there just to frame me," she said, glaring at him. She began walking out of the kitchen.
"So now you're blaming me? Come back here, bit**!" he followed her.
She ran to her room and banged the door shut. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to come out. Sophia lay on her bed, trying not to think of everything that had just happened. Her father bombarded the door with his fists. "Leave me alone! It wasn't me, but it serves you da** right," she screamed. The tears overflowed. Her father stopped hitting the door. She heard his footsteps as he left.
Why did everyone always pick on her? She hadn't even gone near to the car. She tried so hard to please her family, but all she got was trouble. She would do everything in her ability, and fail.
She grabbed her pillow and sobbed into it until it was dripping wet. Her father's words echoed in her ears. He had called her a bit**. She sobbed harder. She hugged her soggy pillow tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot.
"Why do you cry, miss?" male voice asked from behind her.
Sophia turned around with a start. "Who said that?"
"I did. Down here," the voice said.
Sophia looked downwards. A bright blue squirrel stared at her. "You can --" she whispered, "-- talk?!"
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I can," the squirrel replied.
"Who are you?" she asked, picking up a book to hit him with. "And what are you doing in my room?"