I was just five years......
Why did I not understand.....
Why can't I remember???
I thought aloud....
Oopsie.....My mom...or that's what she told me to call her turned around suspiciously eyeing me like I just stabbed my self....
I smiled at her causing her to relax a little though she was still giving me her deadly glare which I was used to...
I shrugged,carried my bag,grabbed my sandwich and bade her good bye
I am Beatrice Sanders....Fifteen years old with honey blonde hair.Yh..But I don't actually know my real self
