Well, my sister, Lisa Marie isn't really my sister. That day I was removed from my home with my parents my aunt and uncle took me in. They already had 3 daughters, so I guess what was one more, right? I missed my Barbie Dream house, my prized possession with it's red roof, yellow doors and and pink furniture, but I soon forgot about it with the excitement of seeing my 3 cousins Lisa Marie, Kimmie, and Richelle. I thought we were just having a sleep over, again and I would be back home with mama and daddy like all the other times. But, this time was different. My dreams were shattered and the only dream house I ever knew would be Barbie's. Not mine as I became a Barbie doll. Just a toy to be played with. I was the twisted sister.
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Between The Lines
Mystery / ThrillerI'm not quite sure when my fate was decided. It could have been when I was 7 years old and cps took me from my mom, who was an aspiring actress in Hollywood. Or when I made eye contact with the boy next door in San Bernardino Valley. Or when I exper...
