Chapter 12 The Tyrants

• Anna
• Mrs. Peller and her daughter were happier than usual. I knew it was probably because they finally had someone to be their little slave. Every morning began the same way. Before the sun was out, Mrs. Peller was either yelling my name or standing in the doorway informing me about all the work that needed to be done.
• Sometimes she would just slam the cupboards, set plates with a lot of force and slam doors, forcing everyone to wake up.