-1st POV-
Dear Whoever Finds This,
I never thought I'd be making this trip. Hoping on a plane and heading to the USA all because of one stupid robber that decided my aunt was the perfect hostage to make an example of. In short, she was shot before the cops could even dial the first number to make a negotiation call. Now I have to fly across the pond to live with someone I've never even met. Having trouble understanding? Let me explain a few things. Almost twenty years ago my mom meet some guy in a bar, around two weeks later they met again when this man saved her life. This man was a hunter, who goes by the name John Winchester. My mom fell in love and apparently he loved her back. Around four years later my mom got pregnant, you see they didn't tell his two kids, but now they were about to. Well, nine months later I was born. My dad had to go on a hunt, he didn't expect it to take as long as it did, or that it was on the opposite side of the country. Six months and a half months later he comes home to find that his wife had been killed by the same demon in the same way, and since no one could find him, I had been shipped off to live with my aunt in England. My family over there were not nice people. My cousin Harry was the only one who was nice, maybe because we both believed family to be everything and because we both had been belittled and abused since we step foot in that house. When my uncle died of heart failure it opened my aunt's eyes to how we were treated by her husband and decided it all needed to stop. My cousin Dudley, however, fell into a very bad crowd. He ended up in juvie on some very serious charges. They were so bad he'll be there till he turns eighteen, then he is off to some maximum security prison. Now we're back to what brought me here. My aunt is dead, Harry is living with his best friend until the end of the school year, when he comes to live with me and my dad. Oh, and I'm off to live with a dad I've never even met. Sounds like fun! Not.
P.S. If you guys were wondering how i know so much about my parents, its because I found my mom's journal. Cliche, I know.
Signed,
Nyckoliana (I much prefer Nykki or Nyck thank you very much)