Bad-hearted

<The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years. Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.>

Tony was looking so calm standing alone across the street. ” This old cow finally got what she deserved, to be kicked out in the street.  Awww…are you crying, Mrs. P? Like your kids when you let them alone all day long?Where are they now,huh? Yeah, I know you fat hag, cause my mom told me! I know everything ;how your pour man worked crazy style all day and how you spend his money on gambling, not on raising his children. No wonder they left as fast as they could and never came to visit you. But did you even care? Or Mr. P died not knowing what a witch he had for a wife? I bet he didn’t, you’re the best liar, like that time when you said to my mom that I am bad.  We get that you were jealous, she works all day long, making her own  money, not like you, lazy cow! She loves money  and I love her for buying me stuff.  It feels so good that you will be on the street and that I helped with that. The landlord, Mr. V, asked my mom and me if he should let you stay more, if you were ok, and honest…I couldn’t wait to invent something that would make him hate you and throw you out faster . I  told him that you hit me four times for not giving you my pocket money. Mom said it was true. Ha,ha…Now we will move in your house,it’s the best on the street. Mom will be happy, she wanted that for so long, but you and your dumb husband were on our way…not anymore…