I figured it was majorly wrongand there was nowhere I ever fit in

I used free will. I pulled the strings wrote my little story, I wanted to change to eh world. I lived through being tied to a bed, beaten for things, items and objects other girls wanted from me, they just took what they wanted, and left my soul empty. I was writing my book then, working out an escape route. I worked in their local library happily reading edgar allen poe, knock knock knocking at my chambor door. Did Heidi burn the midnight oil, and strike it so fantastic, she got her stuff together, to befriend her best friend. I loved my best friend. HE knows it all about me, I am bell. Bell in beauty and the beast, when I imagine I imagne the world will understand. The crazy busy world I lived in where I like to tell wild stories, but their not made up. They makde sence, because I lived it.