𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

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ᴀᴛʜᴇ́ɴᴀ ɴᴀʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ
Everything went more downhill when I was 10.
Papa always pushed us to be are very best when I say it like that it doesn't sound bad except papa pushed us in different ways. I wasn't the first child I had an elder sister named Lilith she was very nice and creative and we both were musicians. Me and Lilith loved playing are music but as we grows older papa started to push us into being better, greater, perfect. He wanted us to be perfect but of course me being the youngest I wasn't the center of that attention Lilith was. Farther soon would get angry at her for little mistakes and he would be angry at all of the house even mother his angry soon turned into hitting. But know one outside of the house knew and papa liked to keep it that way especially due to are high statues in France we had that statues due to father being one of the best builders so every thought that our house our family our life was perfect like a dollhouse . Heh I always hated that word perfect cause nothing is no matter what. Soon the hitting became to much for sister so she committed suicide leaving me and are family alone. You'd think people would ask questions like how and why did she commit suicide but know one did because papa covered it up as her being sick. Mother soon had enough of it and ran away leaving me with my terrible papa. I was now the center of the attention so I was now forced to endure what sister went through. Sooner or later papa got remarried to a women named Alice and she had a son named Andrew. Alice would act nice to me in front of father but when alone she was mean and harsh. Andrew looked like a gentleman but don't let that device u he is rude and likes to pick on me a lot. Sooner or later dad had gotten moved down to a quiet town where my story will now begin that town is named
Avonlea

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