Chapter one: Life with Aunt Agnes

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Year 1909

Cathrine's POV: 

"AHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed, as I saw, the corpses of my dead parents. I froze. I felt paralyzed. My parents were murdered.

Stab marks all over.

Their mouths were frothing.

Terror on all of our faces.

I didn't know what to do. I was only eight years old. A by passer, saw the scene and reported it to the police.

I was sent to live with my aunt. I had no other family. I hated Aunt Agnes. She was the last person, I would want to live with. With no other choice, I packed my bags and headed for Aunt Agnes' home.

She had 2 daughters, Harriett and Heather.  they were both twins. Nine years old. With all of them combined, Life felt worse than, ever. According to them, I had no life therefore,I slept in their shed, on horse hay, ate their leftovers for two meals a day and I was told to be "grateful". I was even their personal chef, maid and slave.

Year 1910 (Cathrine is now nine)

"HEY YOU UGLY UNGRATEFUL BRAT!! GET YOUR LAZY SELF IN THE KITCHEN AND GET ME A CUP OF TEA!!"

*Mumbles gibberish*

"I wish i had a better life. One without this useless maid"

As if aunt Agnes wasn't enough, there was Harriett and Heather. I was only an innocent nine year old.

Harriett's POV:

HEY CATHRINE!! Fetch me my dolls now, or I will tell momma and she will beat you so much, you will end up like your parents!

"THAT TEARS IT!!!", I teared up. I pulled Harriett's ugly hair and tore a few locks off. "MOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" She screamed.

*Sniffles and cries at the same time*. "OWCH MOMMA THI-THIS IDIOTIC DONKEY  BEAT ME!!!!"

Aunt Agnes Took a long rope and beat me with it. I got a broken arm and a broken tooth. I felt like punching all of their faces.

I didn't feel like working that day at all but as usual, I was forced to.

next: Chapter two: the plan






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