
I can't remember a time in my life when I was actually happy inside my house. The only time why parents didn't scream at each other was when we were pretending to be that sickeningly happy family, though everyone saw through it. My safe house was next door until a new family moves in down the street. Will I be able to get away from the life I'm so used to living? This is my story of standing up for myself against the treachery that is my life.Todos los derechos reservados