chapter 1

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Hello,my name is Myra,Myra Byer,im 15 and an antisocial person,people say a lot of things about me,like im a pshychopath,or that i murdered my birth giver,but i dont really give a shit about what they are saying.My mother,oh yea she died 1 year ago because she was killed,the person who killed my mom is still unknown,the police has closed the case,but that doesn't stop me from searching for the one who murdered my mother,she was the only person that loved me.
But now i have to live with my dad and step mother,my dad doesn't care about me at all,but my step mother,she loves me like her own daughter,because she can't have any kids.But i am not ready for another female figure in my life,i feel like the world is crushing down under my feet and it's draging me down intro hell.I hate being the way i am,and if i could i would give my life so that i could see my mother again,even if it is for 1 second.I want to feel her arms wraped arund me and huging me with her cold arms like she used to do before she died.
It's 6 A.M and i can't sleep,i know that in 1 hour i need to get ready for school,i dont know how the time fly's by so fast.
It's curently 8 in the morning,im at school in the last seat from the window,outside is raining,im drawing some things in my note book,when sudently i feel my theacher's arm on my shoulder.
-Miss Byer,please pay attention to the lesson!
-Yes miss Sloth.
*The bell rings*
Finaly i can go home,it's dark outside,and i feel like someone is watching me.When i turn around i see some black figure runing to me!

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