Mad Family

Mad Family

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This story is based on Mad Father. I was only a little girl when I found out... About our family's... Secret. I thought it was crazy, but it was the truth. Ever since my mom died and my dad looking over my sister and I, and his "assistant," Mary. The next day, I heard my sister screaming, I grabbed a knife out of one of my draws, and ran into her room. Things were in there, I didn't know what they were, but I do know that they were people before looking like this. Why are they 'here' though? What do they want from us? What did we do? I didn't know, but all I know is... We have a Mad Family
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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