You had a perfect family, you, your sister(18), two brothers(17, 19) and mother (45) and father(48), your family always looked kind to others form outside but when they weren't was outside they show there true faces, you are the youngest in the family btw

One day you dicaded to run away as you couldn't take it anymore...you runed away at night and you just runed, runed and runed until you got lost in the forest, you sat down agnast a tree but felt somone's eyes on you, Brontë was wacthing you..