My name is Samantha. I’m 19 still very young, but I’m dying. As I am writing my story on this big rock near the sea I remember our story that began 6 six years ago. It all started out…
“You better come out there you good for nothing brat!” I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmom calling me. She had slapped and hit me too much already. I’m afraid she would whack me again with that stick. My closet door suddenly opened. “There you are you wicked girl!” She pulled me out & *whack w…
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