{Livvie}

I was working the concession stand at my local theater. You could enter your name and a picture of you to win the beauty pageant that was being hosted at the theater. I hadn't entered. Who would be silly enough to vote me?

"The winner of this years annual beauty pageant," the announcer cleared his throat. "Olivia Wellson!"

My ears perked at the sound of my name. That's me. I switc...

What if I just kept walking? That's what I asked myself today. Maybe it would be for the better. Everytime I walked into that house my stepmom reminds me of every bad thing I've done. And even though it was her pure lazyness that caused the accident, she still blames me. Thats the main reason I don't want to go back. That house is a reminder of his missing presence.

I was sixteen, just learning ...