Chapter 1
It all started when I was born, where I was hated, and mistreated. My parents were very strict about my friends (which I didn't have any). No one was aloud to be at my house, except my parents' friends, and workers. My parents put me on my bed where I was not aloud to go anywhere, they put me on their waterbed where I could fall off, But I was a smart one, I roll towards the middle. As I was lying there, my parents slapped me across the room, as I cried nobody cared. Well here is my story. And this is how some kids feel about their life. "Well, at least we have one child. And one is good enough," My mother would say. "Yes, so we could kill, I meant keep her safe," My father said, but did he keep me safe? No.
"What did you say? Mr. Slivia?" the doctor asked. He was so kind harted, he cared about children, plus he had brownish-grayish hair. And his name was Dr. Larry Kovacs.
"Oh, nothing, we just said, that we wish that we could have more, right, Katrina?" My father had lied. Well I can tell you one thing; my mother and father always lie, to get their way with more. But me? No, I'm just a little angel, not a little devil; I am just a little angel, with beautiful flower wings, with a flower halo.
"Well, what's her name?" Dr. Kovacs said.
"Uh, Olivia Alivia Slivia," My mother had told the doctor.
"I would go with that," My father agreed, well if you want to know what his name is, it is Alan D. Slivia. He was once a little spoiled little brat, along with my mother. Man I wish that I was still alive. But am I? Nope, I'm in Heaven wrighting in my Diary, that our loving father is letting me have.
Plus, there are a lot of Angles. I have a ton of friends; I can name you one of them, later on in the story but not right now. As you can see you might have heard on the news that children are assaulted, abuse, and I can't say it, I don't want to, and it is one of the rules in Heaven. If you want to go to heaven, you really have to obey the rule of the Ten Commandments.
Did my parents follow them? No, They did not! Lousy, mean ol parents.
Well tell me how you think it is. Please! And no I am not abuse I am a spoild little angel. :)