Chapter 1

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Alone. Left behind. All alone. My own family forgot me at our campsite, and we only go once a year. Luckily, I'm in girl guides, if that helps.

Well, I'm going to die anyway, so I may as well introduce myself. My name is Krissy Hadfield, and this isn't the first time this happened. My parents have 7 kids, not including me. I'm in the middle, which is pretty annoying. You have older siblings bugging you about being a "baby" and younger siblings telling you they want a certain toy, or they're hungry.

ANYWAY, continuing on from not the first time, I had a twin. Yup, but we went to a carnival, and, since we were 4 or so, she didn't get off, and was forgotten. I never heard from her again. I think her name was Alice, or Amber. It started with an A, that's all I know.

Let's start at the beginning, at the beginning of the trip. Our family is pretty big, not enough room for all of us, so dad rented another RV so all of us can come or fit in. Naturally, all of the girls (Me, my older sister Jaycee and her twin Lydia) went with mom, while my younger brothers, (Wilson, Dylan, Ryan and Muhammad) went with dad. The boys are 3, and mom smoked and drank while she was pregnant, which lead to the four of them having FAS. They're quadruplets, and very mischievous. It always turns out I'm the one to blame, and them innocent.

On the way to the park, Jaycee and Lydia ended up ignoring me and flipping through issues of Vogue, doing each other's make up and having fashion shows. I sat there, listening to my escape from life, my iPhone. Being the strange kid I am, I did homework, and read, drew, and stalked Jaycee and Lydia. We were on the road for 5 hours. 5 hours of being alone, ignored, rejected. And boy, that was only the beginning.

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