"Was it the old house ?
Usually quiet as a mouse." Hi I'm katie these lines are 1 part of a poem I'm making. I love poems and I love writing books. Most of them are stories of my life. I'm 14 by the way. So I can't publish them but u can show them to my family. I started writing books when I was 5 . That's when my family started hating me. I think. They are and always were horror. At night I usually feel like I'm getting watched. My whole life I've been struggling with it. But dad always said "it's gonna go away soon, I'm sure of it" Really dad? Mom has never listened to me. She left one night when I was 6 . There was no trace of her leaving. I think she's dead. Or lost? Or missing? Maybe she just left me because of the stories? I can't think of a solution. I have 3 sisters. They act like I'm invisible. The youngest one Annie cries when I'm left alone with her. The oldest ones are named Marie and Mary. They're twins and act the same. Bratty. They beg dad for money. Luckily they're 18 now and away from us. Once at the dinner table we sat down and Annie asked me "Do you still feel like you're being watched? " I said....
Part 2 out nowww
