Turtlegirl2008
I was never understood as a child. I was called weird, different, sometimes even crazy. I never understood why, I mean I knew I wasn't "normal" whatever that was supposed to be. I mean it wasn't like my brother or any of the rest of my family was weird. Except me, Cora Hart and the black sheep of my family, my aunt Olivia. She ran away seven years ago, when I was just eleven years old. Aunt Olivia was always my favorite, she is my mother's younger sister, but one day, she just left along with my mother, and I never saw her again.