Chapter Three…A jaar of Isolation
The week flew by, and then they were gone. It was not an emotional goodbye; one could call our family cold, and unemotional. But it didn’t really matter, because we all sort of knew that we cared about each other, in our own twisted ways.
I was allowed to stay alone; I was, after all, going to be eighteen in just a month. And sense I was a responsible and smart girl, they thought I could take care of myself.
I was excited. I got the house to myself. I could do what I wanted; I could watch what I wanted for as long as I wanted! I was free of their restraint!...
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