There is something wrong in my family. We are the Hartfords, so you would probably think that I am lying. We own that big house on Mapleberry Avenue, where the sun shines down in all the front windows in the morning and there are trees lining the street. It’s just Mom, Dad, Easton, me, and Emmaline, in that nice order. Easton plays football, Emmaline can sing, and I paint.
After all, we are the Hartfords. Being talented, popular, and smart are just in our name. Mom and Dad are both scientists, well-known ones that go to balls and talk smart-people talk to other geniuses. Us three kids, well we do what kids do – go to high-end boarding schools and come home for lunch instead of eating the snazzy food at school.
Does this tell you anything about my life? It should. I am Delilah Skye Hartford, destined to be the painter that will have critics raving. But still, there is something wrong with my family. Have you guess it yet? If not, well, you will in a minute. Wait, maybe you did. But you just haven’t formed it into something bad. We, the Hartfords, are…
Serial killers?
Drug addicts?
Perfect?
Ding, ding, ding, you got it! We, the Hartfords, are perfect. That’s what is so wrong with us. Mom and Dad never had affairs with somebody else, Easton doesn’t cheat on tests, and Emmaline and I are brilliant young ladies who never stepped out of line, unlike some families.
Well, okay, we stepped out of line. Once. It wasn’t a big deal, but we had to. I mean, to preserve the life of Easton, Emmaline and I…well, we…we…
Never mind; let me tell you from the beginning.
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