PROLOGUE
It started with the sun.
It was hot that day, but otherwise perfect. I was wearing the cutest knee-high dress and flats. For some reason my hair decided to cooperate and was completely straight.
We were walking home. Or to be more precise he was walking me home. Trevor Harris (The hottest guy in school) and I had been talking for about a week, and I was sure he was going to ask me out! Although my head was still split between if I should waste my time on someone I knew wasn't 'real' or could I possibly just distract myself while in High School. But I decided to pursue this guy, even though I knew it was wrong.
"Suka?" I popped back into reality, he was smiling down at me from the brick wall behind the only soda shop in town. It was his most favorite trick to show off; you had to admit white boy had hops. "Do you wanna getta pop?" he said, trying to sound charming.
I giggled a little and said," Sure. As long as you can get yourself down. I wanna walk around the wall!"
"Really in this heat? I can help you over the wall? If you want?"
"Mr. Harris! I'm wearing a dress, and I will not have you leering at what's underneath!" I said as I started to walk towards the end of the wall. I knew he would follow all guys do whether I ask or not. It's always been like that, since before I hit puberty. I never really knew why.
We got to the end of the wall. And that's when I got the call, it was my damn social worker! I must have looked upset because Trevor asked me what was wrong. "Oh, it's nothing just my mom. I gotta take this, sorry!" I said as I forced a smile. He just waved a hand and leaned on the brick wall.
"Yeah?" I said softly, as the despair swelled up inside me.
"Hey Suka, I really need to talk to you"
"Okay, so talk."
"This really isn't something I think we should talk about over the phone"
"Come on, out with i-"
"Suka it's about your parents"
"Of Cour-"
"Suka just go to your house, NOW!"
"Fine" I said as I rolled my eyes.
I didn't think there was a way around it. I knew that I shouldn't be so mean to her, but she just brought back the crappy reminder that my parents obviously didn't love me anymore. I turned to Trevor and told him I had to go. As I ran down the street I got that feeling again. It was the same feeling I got when my parents left, the same feeling that never let me get a question wrong on a test, and the same exact feeling that helped me win every fight I had gotten into, and I knew at that moment my life was going to change… forever.