Now that I'm almost 13, I can cope with living the hard life on my own, but only just. However, only days after I left home, I was so young, so confused and I had no idea what to do. I had to adapt to living; sleeping in water soaked cardboard boxes in Actin, my home town. But it just got to much on my 10th birthday, seeing all the 'missing' signs peeling off old oak trees like thick, old skin; I just had to leave this town.
I got many weird looks when I squeezed my old Halloween mask on (to stay undercover!) but I guess I had no choice until I found a place to stay. And I did. It wasn't perfect but it would do. The house was a crumbling, deserted, creepy house with tall trees towering over me, waving its branches like a lonely child. Like me. By this time I was nearly 11.
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Death Next Door
Kısa HikayeFour years ago I ran away from home. But that's not the story, this is... Hello, I'm Melody Barkle and I'm nearly 13 years old. I have seen some horrible things and been through some terrible things. But not like this. Nothing like this. I saw somet...
