*Unknown POV*
Ever since my dad remarried, I was being forgotten.
¨Ash get me some diapers. Hurry!" That was all I was there for: getting stuff for the baby. She made my life hell. Can't she just grow up already? I mean how much attention does she need. I'm basically the servant in this family. Six months ago, I understood that a six month old needs a lot of attention. But now, I'm sick of this. I need a life, and this one wasn't working for me. I decided I need to start over: get a new identity, and move away. I figured that there was no one in this town who cared about me: my family. I had no friends. The only people who would notice are my bullies, and they would only be disappointed because they would not be able to bully me anymore. It was now or never, I could run away, or do something even more severe. I know what I could do: get revenge on the one person who caused this: Lisa. Her life brought me misery, now it's her turn to pay.
*2 days later*
"WHERE DID HE GO? WHERE IS MY SON? WHO WILL FETCH THE DIAPERS NOW? NOOOOO!" When I faked my death, it turned out that my parents were upset, but only because there was no one to fetch the diapers anymore. I watched the impact of my death, just as I had suspected, no one was affected. My parents got over it and decided they would start to potty train her, lazy butts. I didn't even have a funeral, how lovely. Police came and told my parents that they couldn't find the body of the "dead" me. Heck, they didn't even care, they just brushed it off with a "yeah, yeah, whatever." My half-sister really corrupted their minds. Time to plan out my revenge.
Hi guys, its me! In english we have to write a story, and I was like I should totally post it on here!
So here we go! Just saying I am not a good writer, but I'm giving it a shot.
Oh and the chapters might be short. Hope you enjoy!
