It's an odd sensation; waking up when you know you're going to die that day. I really just want to stay in bed so that I don't face the inevitable outcome of the day, but I know I can't.
Even if I did avoid dying I cannot escape the fact that my parents want me dead. I would never be able to look them in the eye for as long as I live here.
Putting on my outfit for the day I wonder what I possibly could have done to upset my parents so that they may want me dead. I don't ever recall doing anything to make them hate me so much.
I am so distraught that my outfit doesn't even match and I have to start all over.
Sometimes even perfection makes mistakes I guess, I think, trying to cheer myself up.
I smell the coffee drifting from the kitchen up to my room.
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Gone Kids
Mystery / ThrillerBonnie has got it all: she's rich, she's popular, she's got a new boyfriend and her faithful girls always have her back. With her thirteenth birthday coming up, she couldn't be any happier. But then things start to change, and fast. Before she know...
