In my town, people treated girls like. . . . Well. . . . Let's just say. . . . GARBAGE. The kitchen was the place they belonged, or maybe cleaning the house, they said. Girls could be abused or just plain USED. But if you touch a boy, he has the right to scream and yell for help. One word: SLAVERY. Girls were slaves who had no right to call for help even if the help came. It was my thirteenth birthday, but that didn't change anything. "ALICE! I WANT THOSE WALLS SPOTLESS!" My dad shouted. I grumbled, "I love you too, dad. Thanks for the 'Happy Birthday!'"
"IF I SEE A SPECK OF DUST OR GRIME IT'S THE BELT!" He screamed. I flinched. Then I got scrubbing.
Oh, I forgot. I'm Alice the glaceon. I had a crummy dad, a sexist village, and the fact I was a girl, and this is how my thirteenth birthday turned out.
The walls were spotless a half hour later. How? You learn when you have been doing nothing but that and getting hit all life, I guess. I started washing the floor. Great, dad covered it in mud.
My older brother, Joseph the flareon, walked in. "Hey, you, disgrace to our family name. Thirteen years of washing? Many more to you, sucker." He said some other insults I would rather not write too.
"And many more years of foul language from your mouth, eh?" I snapped.
"Watch it, you ungrateful little girl," he growled. "Or I'll call father." I flinched again, and Joseph smiled. "Or I could get the belt myself."
I kept my mouth shut, knowing the belt would come out if I dared say "but."
He smirked. "That's what I thought." Joseph took off his smelly shoes and socks and flung them at me.
I put them down for later and kept washing the floor. Then my younger brother came in.
My younger brother, Thomas the eevee, was much nicer than any male I'd ever met. Though he disobeyed our father and got hit, he had the right to do anything because of how lucky he was to be a boy.
All boys have the right to command girls. Thomas commanded, "We are going to celebrate your thirteenth birthday. Now."
"And if I disobey?" I smiled. We played this game every time he commanded something and we were alone.
He smiled, but still spoke in a commanding voice. "I'll feed you the whole cake."
"Noooo!" I faked. "Not the whole cake!"
Joseph walked in. "You go too easy on her, Thomas. You have to do this,"

Part two soon!