"Wake up!" A man screamed. "Where am I?" I managed to ask. "Where you belong you murderer!" He whispered in my ear. The tears began to run from my eyes how was I a murderer? "Oh quit crying you know exactly what you did to those innocent people, now get up and get dressed" he yelled.
Before I can even speak he threw a plain white shirt and a pair of black leggings at me. The white shirt had a huge hole on the side like if someone else had wore it before me. What did he mean by I belong here?
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I'm Not Crazy
Mystery / ThrillerJoan Stamos a 16 year old Jr in high school has been sent to an Asylum for the deaths of her parents and two siblings. Joan claims she's innocent but is she? Joan will meet new friends, new enemies, and even a boy throughout her stay at Kingly Manor...
