"Come in." He said. I walk in slowly. Looking around I notice that it's cleaner then I thought it would be. I shake my head smiling. He smiled for a second before it dropped. I wonder why he can't be happy around me. "Why are you smiling?" He asked with no emotion in his voice. "Because I got invited to a strangers house, and I said yes and I still can't believe I haven't been killed yet." I say nonchalantly with a playful grin on my face. My name is Jackie Richardson. I'm 17 and I'm also an orphan. There's nothing to it other than my parents died in a car crash. I found this house. A mad house... A fun house. 4 boys live there, and I've set myself up for a hell of a future.
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