I've had a story tinkling around in my mind for a while, and I feel compelled tonight to type it out. Here's only a few lines, but I figure if I don't post this, I'll never be inclined to finish.
I suppose, as with all stories, it's best to start at the beginning. But perhaps I'm just one of those girls that never did anything the proper way. It is pretty evident that being so improper is what got me here in the first place.
Where am I? Alone.
Surrounded by a family I never wanted in a life I never asked for.