Chapter 11
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- Days went by and I realised aunt Christina was more and more strange. I ignored her. To me she was mad. In some sort of way. And Sawyer as usual was a pest. Always having and eye on me to make sure I didn't try to speak to Heather. She had never told me sorry for my father's death. Never. She had been impassive throughout. I was slightly beginning to develop hatred for her, and trust me when I say I hardly developed hatred for anyone.
- Things went on smoothly for me. Uncle Ken was slowly beginning to bring the joy I had once had back into me. He was a very nice and loving person. He'd even told everyone that I was his son and that he'd now adopted me. I saw a lot from my dad in him. He was my father now.