Imagine getting up everyday, could be your last, could be the start of an adventure. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed and carefully and slowly walking down stairs for your breakfast. Cereal? Waffles? Chocolate? No. In the life of Livvy, there was no adventure. No making breakfast and definantly wondering if that day would be your last. Having a family that didn't care for you was the worst. Having to cover up cuts and bruises everyday you went to school. If you managed to get out off the door. Crying. Abusement. Suicidal. No worrying. Death. This is the life of Livvy. Livvy Matthews. Read if you dare.
