"That’s it! I’ve got it! I could write about me, Heather Heap. Just me, where no one would call me horrid names and everyone would actually like me even though they would of only just have met me. I suppose some things won’t be…"
"…my name written in ruby red blood dripping onto the floor.
Running back to the house I hear something creeping behind me. Turning around with a sudden movement, I sense a ghostly shadow. With the speed at which I turned around, I fall…"
"Now I’m living with my dad and my stepmother Alexandra, who I definitely hate. I’ve always wondered if my mother’s still alive or where she may be, but all alone it’s hard to find out. It’s like everything is against me…"
"Was he warning me not to go any further? Was he encouraging me to do something I shouldn’t be doing? My body was being pulled towards the door. My legs seem to have a mind of their own. I watched as my hand stretched out towards the handle; I…"