Hi, my name is March. I live with my foster mom Ruby, my foster dad, Tom and my sister, June. I adore them so much until they sent us for a "summer camp". That wasn't normal...
I woke up at 5am and then got ready. Gun shots made sounds, I heard people screaming and smiled, I loved to hear the gun shots in the morning. Although it kills people, I want to be a killer. I said in a cheerful manner to my mom, "Good morning mom!" she turned to me. She wasn't my real mom, my foster mom, June was my step-sister, they adopted her too.
Mom always wanted the best for us as we were abandoned by our other parents. I don't want to tell you that story now but its sad. It makes me cry to, I want to kill them when I'm older. I was 10 years old while June was 9. I was the older sibling in the house. My parents didn't treat me like the oldest. They treated me the same way they did as my sister, with equal love. Mom greeted me back ''Good morning sweetheart, I have a surprise for you." I replied back "Really, what is it, a car, a mansion.''
Mom shook her head and said in a sneaky tone, "You'll find out, but it has to do with the killing." Really, killing. Mom could be sending me to a killing school or camp. I can't wait! Just then, June came in and said in a fake tired but cheerful manner, "Hi March, morning Mom, whats for breakfast?" Mom showed us the pan. It was pancackes, our most favorite breakfast ever. We thanked mom after eating and then she told us to pack five clothes and one thing we treasured most.
