((HOLY CRAP I FINALLY HAVE IDEAS FOR THIS STORY!!!!))
Now, where we left off, I broke some jerk's neck and burned his body in a camp fire. Mom had given birth to a healthy baby, and we all loved her dearly. Everything was fine, it was just my family and I, we were all happy murdering the innocent, and the not so innocent. One day, everybody just....left. They didn't come back. By everybody, I mean my adoptive family. I guess...they'd forgotten about me. Well who cares? I don't. I got this big ass house to myself now!....
Ah what the hell am I saying? This isn't fine, I'm not fine I'm losing the very tiny bit of sanity I have left from all this silence. Where the hell is my dad? He should be here with me. But he's not... I'm not that bad of a kid, am I? I mean, I'm bad but I'm not a bad daughter. At least, I don't think I am.
Alright, enough with the many emotions I'm going through because of my stupid body chose to grow up and go through puberty. I look out my window and see something...strange. I see a little girl walking from the woods. "The hell is this kid doing?" I stand up and walk out. I stare at the girl with the cold glare, she just ignores me like nothing happened. I decide to follow her but quietly and sneakily. The kid was walking hella far. She walked into the city. This time I was very hidden when it came to following this brat. I look over at a pizzeria, and the kid walked in.
"It's ten o' clock. What is up with this kid?"  The street light by the pizzeria flickered from dark, to dim, to bright, then back to dark. I grinned, I had always wanted my own Andy Barclay. Now I do, but a..uh....I don't know the kid's name just yet, but I will.