“Mary Alice Brandon Brown?”
From the day I was born to the day I died I was in my own bubble. No one would stand close to me. Everyone stood at least two feet away. I didn’t think much of it at first but I was okay. I knew why. They were scared.
“Mary Alice Brown get down here this instant!” Mommy! Your home! Does Cynthia know your home? She’s only two so she probably doesn’t. Why are you mad already? What did I do? I’ve been up here all day. I ran down the stairs and WHACK! It went black.