Chapter 12 - Michaela's Story
October 2, 1997 - Tulsa, Oklahoma

I had now been living with the Manson's for around a week and everything was going great. I was sharing a room with my little sisters Elizabeth and Kestrel and they were soooooo sweet. They were always drawing me pictures and letting me plait their hair, and I read them stories every night before bed. I guess this is one of the bonuses of meeting your younger brothers and sisters nine years after they're born. I was being home schooled with Neut, Tay, Grub, Liz and Kess and Mom was really impressed with the standard of my work. I was better than Tweedle- Tay in most areas - except Geography and Art and was even more advanced than Neuton when it came to Math. It just went to show that the California education system wasn't so bad after all.
My Mom was teaching me how to cook. Apparently it was a Manson family staple to have learnt to cook by the time you were ten. In LA, land of house servants and cooks, no such rules were in place. So it was a little embarrassing learning to cook along with Liz, my nine year old sister.
Everyone was always so happy, it was just like the Brady Bunch. Who would have known that I could be such a good, wholesome person? I could have stayed that way forever, but little did I know that my Dad was planning for my happiness to end very, very soon.