My gorgeous sister Allison, perfect number 3. Could rumor anyone to do anything. I always loved her power, imagine being able to make people do what you want. I thought it was so incredibly cool. I admired my sister a whole lot growing up, truly. She was always a strong independent woman. 3rd in command but a great leader. Its no wonder she was the only one of us to have a child. She always had a motherly vibe. She at least made me feel safe. I remember when we were kids she would do my makeup, Id also steal her skirts a lot, despite the fact father would eventually yell at and/or punish me for both these things. Allison never judged me. She didn't mind when I wanted to be more feminine, or anything else about me. She wouldn't make fun of me. When we got older, it was hard to lose contact with her. I'd wanted on several occasions to spend time with my sister and niece but I was always in and out of rehab or hyped up on drugs. I respect her so unbelievably much. She was a golden light in life. Miss independent truly. I hope she knows her worth.
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Story of Klaus Hargreeves
RandomBahahaha this is the story of me, a Klaus Hargreeves fictive, and my pseudomemories! Honestly, I decided to do chapters by person to start out, kinda my views on them growing up and now and some memories with them. This might turn into like,, a dia...
