Hi guys. The 1st chapter was written by my co-author Reed, but this one's all me.
x3x3Stacie's povx3x3
Niall pulled up into Aunt Phobe's driveway.
"Okay,your here."
"Thanks. You can come in, you know." He hesitated.
"Don't worry. I wont let Katrina anywhere near you. I promise.
We walked into the house. Aunt Phobe smiled and hugged me.
"Try to be nice to your sister, Stacie. She's getting better." I scoffed.
"How?"
"She dosen't attack people she dosent know anymore."
"Wow." I turned to see her crouching in the corner, running her fingers over the razor blade she kept with her at ALL TIMES.
"But your still a freak, animal." She hissed(literally hissed) at me.
We were sitting on Aunt Phobe's couch, Katrina crawling around, muttering things about razors in her broken, twisted speech. Why couldn't Aunt Phobe just drop her back off to Moscow(our birthplace)? She's never going to get better.
I know, it was short. But I didn't have long to write sorry. I'l have more time tomarrow. Promise :)
Ivy
