From now on, some posts will only have a short story instead of some text by me, since I clearly see no point in writing the same thing over and over. ^_______^
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I ripped the small "paper box" the letter came in, apart after reading the letter.
My siblings fainted after reading it, the shock was too much to bear.
The words were so harsh and cruel yet in a nice, finely printed manner.
I dropped all the paper bits of the "box", I couldnt bear to show Cassandra and Marie the message.
I had enough, first was the gossip, next was the insults and wreckage they did to our feelings. Third came a letter telling us Julie and Juliana had to stop school as the principal, teachers and students was afraid of them. But Julie and Juliana are harmless innocent girls... That people in that girls school are crazy. Now, comes these letters of spite. Mom has stopped us all from going to school.
Thus, my 5 siblings, my maid are at home with me. Our maid Cassandra, Marie, the twins, Glen, Evan and I.
Dad is still away overseas with mom, and Marie and Cassandra are taking care of us, but Cassandra is scared. Every night she would come into my room and tell me how many glares she gets on her way to the stores. She shivers each time, I've went out with her a few times, and we got numerous glares, gossips and ignores from people we've known.
Some are still friendly, and worried over the incident, as they know it may not be true. But others think that the big situation awhile back was all our fault.
We all can't go to school, everyday we are worried, we keep taking lookouts and sometimes, we give up sleep at night and stay in the living room with the lights on, hoping that no one would come to hurt us.
They already threatened us by denting our mailbox and mowing our lawn till a horrible extent.
Mrs Lite from next door has helped us a lot, she's a real life-saver.
Without Marie, Cassandra and our neighbours, we would have suffered a whole lot more...
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