The beginning
After days of moving faith a 6-year-old girl moved with her parents and her three siblings. Her parents weren't the nicest they always hurt her and yell at her and her siblings. When it comes to family it's always a sensitive topic for her. She moved from Idaho all the way to Maine. She left all her friends. Her life. Her home. But there was a good side of moving as well. Not just that, but she likes the advantage quite a lot...
"Faith! Can you help me with my room please?" Her only brother, Josh said. "Yeah" faith said taking the box that was almost crushing her brother. "FAITH TAKE THE REST OF THE BOXES OUT OF THE TRUCK AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR SIBLINGS" her mom, Shayleigh, yelled. "Yes ma'am..." The 8 year old said looking down. She got the rest of the boxes out of the truck and put the boxes in the correct room.
She got her stuff out of her box. A picture of the play she was in. Morgan Lefay. King Arthurs Quest. One of best core memories. She put the picture on the outline of the old looking vanity. A few class pictures, a family picture where her parents head are blacked out with a black marker. She put her clothes in the drawers. Then she pulled out another box
She pulled a key out from her pocket and unlocked the box. In there was bandages, scissors, and, her diary. Even at a young age, that didn't stop faith, from hurting herself.
(A few hours later, faith and the rest of the family got done organizing and putting
