"Get out of my house!" my mother screeched. I bolted out the door, ignoring my siblings' protests. That was the last straw. My parents have always hated me. They loved everyone else more than me, even the dog. I was never good enough for their fancy ways. I was born into a rich, fancy, important family. I was never allowed to do what I wanted. Frankly, I hated it. I remember what had happened before I left.

'Just admit it! I know you hate me! Why not say it out loud?'

'Yes, it's true! We hate you,' my father had yelled. 'You're stupid, childish, and a waste of space!'

'Stop,' my twin yelled. 'Don't leave!'

'Why, it's not like they're going to miss me.'

'We'll miss you!' my other siblings yelled out.

I sighed and sat on a large rock, thinking of what to do now. I could always go back… No, that isn't even an option. I looked around the forest, silently hoping that someone, anyone, could take me away. Only, what I didn't know was that someone was planning on doing just that.