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Your POV

I finish unpacking. I didn't have a lot, but it was enough, but I do have a teddy bear, Jason has it to me. I don't know why someone like him would have a teddy bear, but Jason. He's a mystery.

Dick gave me some sweets. Like cinnamon rolls, and donuts. The sad thing is that I couldn't eat them. When I got into the house my aunt took the stuff Dick gave me. She said a child my age shouldn't be eating so much sugar. Well I already know I'm going to love it here.

I groan, and sit down on my new bed and took out a book, but right when I start reading it my uncle walked in.

"have you ever heard of knocking?" I look at my uncle walked in. It was a man, maybe in mid 30's, early 40"s his hair was mostly brown, but he had a few streaks of gray. He was fairly tall and skinny.

He looks at me and tosses a rag and

"start cleaning, people are coming to see if the house is suitable for you to live in. " The man explained to me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest"Why don't you clean it. It's your house, and you're not even my legal guardian yet." He growled at me, and I glared at him. Then he walked up to me and grabbed me by my hair to make me stand up.

"I said start cleaning, you little brat" he spat. The man lets good my hair and slapped me to the ground. I remember something some said to me, "Don't show weakness." so I held back my tears and looked at the ground.