Dearly held

Our family was poor. But loved it that way. Id rather be here then there. The palace. They seem never to care for the poor villagers like us. But I guess its not thier fault. I guess. It was my birthday and I was turning 17 this year. I was eagerly waiting for my parents to come and sing me a song this year. But I havent gotten a song sang for me ever since my father had died. My mother had married another man a little older than her. Sigh. I sat down on the floor and waited for my parents entrance. Huh? No one. Stupid step father. My mom is always love sick and would agree to anything and everything he suggested. I began to walk to thier room and relized the door was a ticky bit opened. I eavsdropped on their conversation. "Im telling you, Juliet is worthless. We cant afford to feed her anymore." Stepfather said.

"No Hank. And do what with her?"

"I say kill her!" What!? My mother would never agree to something like that!!!! "Okay. But only when Juliets asleep," She said. I couldnt belive it. My own family, plotting to kill me. No way. This cant be happening. I started to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks. I quickly ran to my room and grabbed a bag. I started to stuff my things in side of it. "There gonna kill. Kill me! My own mother," I pouted. I ran out the door to see winter. Oh, how cold it was. I ran for about 6 miles and stopped. I began to whimp a little. Knowing that Im tired, I ran towards a cave I found. And on my birthday too. I simply closed my eyes and drifted to my dreams. When I woke up it was still a snow storm. I decided if my mom and stepdad were kidding and decided to go back home. I saw smoke in the air as I got closer and closer to my house. What if the were cooking a delicious meal and was awaiting for my return. It got brighter as I was getting closer. It started to get warm. No. My house is on fire!! Mom! Dears dripped down my cheek. I ran inside the house and searched as I called for them. I started crying to see that my mother and my father were dead on the floor. Murdered. I cried as I tried to escape. I reached the exit coughing on the way. I reached and got out laying on the snow. My brown hair covered my face. Was I gonna die this way? Gonna die in fire? I was about to black out when I saw a man. He was over me carrying a torch. A high dressed rich man.