Poor Irene. I feel awful for what I did to her... Irene lived with her parents in Kentucky. She didn't know her mother was a witch and neither did her dad. She was almost 5 and she... ahem, overheard, her mother telling her dad. A few months later her mom died in a fire. Her dad became an alcoholic shortly after and became really neglective for two years. Then her Uncle (mom's brother) came over in a surprise visit and found her all skinny-like. He brought her to his home in Northern Michigan and that's where she is now. Her dad kept trying to take her back. It wasn't until last year that her uncle was given custody and her father given a restraining order.
Irene: *folds arms* You are a terrible person. I guess I deserve that =/ *gives Irene chocolate* *Irene is better now*