Chapter Three
The door to Sarah’s ‘room’ banged open and Belinda barged in, banging an aluminum pot with a metal spoon, making a horrible racket.
“Get up!” Belinda yelled as Sarah pulled the top of the sleeping bag up over her head in a vain attempt to block out the noise. “Get up, you lazy b***h! The sun’s already up and there’s a lot to do today!”
“Stop it!” Sarah wailed from under the sleeping bag. “I’m awake! I’m awake!”
“I didn’t say wake up, I said get up!” Belinda responded. “Come on, get your flabby ass in gear.” She banged on the pot again.
Sarah threw back the sleeping bag and sat up, glaring at Belinda. The woman had been calling her ‘fat’, ‘flabby’, ‘porky’ and other insulting things since yesterday. All right, she’d let herself go and put on a little weight, but that was
