Whitney pov
I just laid back on my bed , the maid brought me breakfast, I snorted typical Susan trying to be all sweet and caring brought Pancakes, and strawberry juice with her special cookies and milk. Okay I'm excited I won't pretend. I thank the maid as she excused herself. I dug into my food graciously, this would be my last time eating this precious meal. I returned the empty tray to the kitchen and took the remaining cookies. I quickly picked my remaining bag ,went to the safe and picked some more money and left a note behind notifying them.
Dear Parents,
I wish I could explain better why I'm doing this but I can't. The secrets of this house is unbearable and Mum I know I'm not your daughter. Maybe that is why you have always hated me and made my life a living hell. I always knew
