This is not good. Zoey being cut up? "Mom" baking us a cake? We don't even have ingredients to make one.
She said the cake was special though.
It smelled horrible as gas from our stove filled the kitchen. I saw the redish peach cake batter on the counter behind it.
Looking at it, a tooth plopped to the surface.
This isn't a normal cake.
This, was Zoey.
These thoughts were flooding my mind and a tear fell from my eye.
Why is this happening? How did I even end up in this situation? Why?! Why? Why. Why..
I looked up from the puddle I made from my tears, wiping my eyes, and drying my coloring book.
No. I shouldn't worry.
I will get out of here
Alive.
As I was thinking, Roman came up to me.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just being weird, right?"
"Wait wha-"
"Yeah", I said, sniffling.
"H-hey I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean it. R-Really..", he stuttered.
"Its fine, I guess.", I said.
"I was just trying to-"
"I said it's fine, Roman.", I said loudly.
"I'm just gonna go.. sit down.", he sputtered.
I replied with nothing. He already made me mad. No use in talking to him now.
Someday, I'm gonna get out of here and make some REAL friends.
Someday...
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Our Caretaker
TerrorPhoenix has been living in harsh conditions, since she first got there. For the 5 months she was there, she has obeyed orders, and been a "good girl." Now, that the Caretaker has grown older, so has she, new information in her head. But, the Caret...
