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Hello, my name is Tanya.When I was a little girl, I was seperated from my parents. I dont know exactly who've killed my parents, but I know they played a very important peice in my life.

This is how it went...

Flashback...

I was heading toward school, walking down my house steps. But then I forgot my house keys that I needed to get in my home. When I turned around walking toward the door. I heard a scream come from my mom's room. I bolted up through the door and flashed up the stairs. There lied my mom with a slit throat. I panicked reaching for my cell phone. But little did i know it was dead! I kneeled beside my mom crying my eyes out, bluring my vision, when a shadow appeared across the hall with a sword. As I wiped my eyes clear the shadow flew out the window. "WHERE'S MY DAD" I shouted. Leaving my mother bleeding, I found a note in the hallway saying "Better for the most of us". "What does this mean?" I thought, my tears dripping on the note..seconds after having a emotional break down, my cell phone turned on, giving me an opportunity to call the police! Once the police arrived they didnt speak to me at all. My family lives in New York and me and my parents lived in Florida, so the only place for me to go is to a shelter. But one thing still hung on to my mind and that was where's my dad. The police found no trace of my father and they didnt update me to any infomation.

The police sent me to a shelter called "Making a Living". And I didnt know what that meant at all.