somehow i alwaysed found myself in the wrongest places at the wrongest times. and no matter how hard i tried i could never loose him. he is my mane problem.
it wasnt always like this.it stared why back when i was only 5. i lived with my family. my mom was a famouse singer and my dad was an inventor. we were realy rich.
one day i wanted to go get a hair cut but no one would take me. i asked my mom if her sister could take me. so she called and in 30 min she came.
after an hour of cutting my hair we came home to see my house burning to the ground. all i herd was my aunt crying as the firetrucks come rolling in. i looked out in the burning rubish and say my moms ring. i ran over to the house . i pick the ring up and stared at it. the last thing i remeber was seeing a man wereing a butler suit looking at me me with bright red eyes.
