i lived with my aunt.there was no one else i could live with. i could have gone to my cousin lizy, but she lived outside of london. and i couldnt go there my aunt said im to valuble. what ever that means. i never talked to anyone. i just sat with a straight empty faced staring into nothing. if me and my aunt ever went somewhere i would take my moms ring. i never left it. it was the last thing that reminded me of her plus the memory of her long brown hair that glowed like the moon and swayed as butiful as willow branches. her eyes sparkled like stars. her skin was as white asnew found snow and as soft as a kittin.
when i turned 8 my aunt wanted me to call her MADEM RED. why? she wont say. she had changed a lot. she even got a new butler. his name was GREG. i hate greg. he i so weird and creepy. what i mean is he acts so scared and wimpery around madem red. and around me acted as if i was a bother and wanted me dead.
