I woke up to the sound of Mia humming happily in the room. God knows what she was planning. She was always full of evil. Seeing her happy with a reason made me more suspicious scared a little now. Her voice was light and cheerful as she moved around the room, picking out her uniform. It sent a chill down my spine. Mia’s happiness usually meant someone else was suffering. And that someone was almost always me.

“Are you going to school today?” she asked, her tone too sweet, like honey laced with poison.

“I don’t know yet. But I think I can manage.”

“Don’t manage, sis. Stay at home...