There is a girl named Nancy and until she was only six years old, she had a happy life and lived peacefully with her mother and father in Chicago. It was a magnificent life, they had each other and their dreams. They also had their hopes and desires as well.
Then one day, a horrible thing happened. It happened when Nancy and her parents were coming home from an amusement park. A slippery turn caused an ugly turn that caused a crash killing Nancy's mother and father. Their own troubles, if they have any were over in fifteen seconds. For Nancy who is still very much alive was now alone and frightened in a scary horrible world.
Nancy was the lone survivor of a car crash and she had a few scratches. After Nancy recovered, she was sent away to live with her two step relatives, her two step aunts who are her mother's stepsisters. They're called Aunt Harvey and Aunt Ivy.
I'm sorry to tell you this, but they're both really horrible people. Right from the start, they began to beat poor Nancy for almost no reason at all. They treated her like a slave. They made Nancy wear rags and make her work from dawn till early evening. They even made her sleep in the garage.
With a lumpy old mattress. As time went on, Nancy became sadder and sadder and more lonely. The only things Nancy kept are her mother's scarf and necklace, her father's reading glasses and lucky charm and a photo of her and her parents back when they were still alive. She kept them in a handmade bag she made for her ragged dress.
After Nancy lived with her step aunts for three years, there came a time when she did something that she hadn't had thought of before in the first place. Run away, far away from him and possibly find a place of her own to call home.
She wasn't sure what day is perfect.