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I jerked awake and see the boy. My whole body snaps up to a stand and I back up so quietly I trip over something on the floor and crash back down, smacking my head hard. A large groan erupts from my chest and mouth. He comes over and leans over top of me with one of his hands in front of his right eye. When I see him –and I really hate to admit it but… –and I screamed. Stumbling back up, I pressed against the wall; having no clue where the door is and he is blocking the window –my only other exit. So instead I just stand there like an idiot and start yelling things I know I'll regret later, "What are you?! You freak of na

. . . . . You love to watch me break . . . . .

INTRODUCTION :D Hi, I'm Liberty (yes... Liberty....) and i am part of a family of 7 kids...  what could possibly be wrong with that?  Let me tell you... A LOT! Ok, there's Dad (parents by the way were not counted when I said family of 7... so if you do  count them, that's 9). He is the neat freak out the family... and when there is 7 of us kids... lllleeetttsss just say the house is barely clean even with the neat freak. Oh and we call him Poppers; like in the movie Mr.Poppers' Penguins. The name kinda of stuck. POPPERS (DAD) Male. (duh) Short brown hair. Blue eyes. Name: William English name (about the

PART 4 Come back to Me **Romano’s Pov** I ran my hands through my hair as I paced in my room. THAT couldn’t have gone any worse then it did. Why did that pathetic whiner baby bastard have to be there? He just HAD to be there and RUIN everything! It was ALL his fault! ____ would have... ____ was going to listen to me when she opened the door. I could tell.  I remembered the spark of hope that flared into a full out fire of hope then turned into a wild raging fire of anger when that bastard came up from behind her. Why, why, why, why, WHY?!?!?! Maybe... maybe I shouldn’t have punched him... But he was being so damn annoyi

Ansa paced. 4 walls. always four walls. With a roof. Wouldn’t want the clipped wings bird to fly away, now would we? But a window. Her fingers touched the window. She had a window now. Pressing every finger against the glass, she spreads out her hands. I want to go outside. I want to go outside so badly. Didn’t they understand? Didn’t he understand? Didn’t anyone understand? Her fingers curled away from the taunt of freedom. He put the window here to mock me. That I’ll never be free. That always be trapped here by his family. I hate him. I hate Gareth. I hate everything about him and his family. Knees bu