Lonely, that word always seemed to scare my mother. Even though I still don't understand why ,she was never alone. Lonely. That word though seem to describe me though. But it didn't scare me.
"Bella!"
"Ahh!" I scream ,jumping back onto my bed staring wide eyed at Mary.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?" I ask slowly climbing down from my animal like perch on my be, hiding my face behind my hair feeling the familiar burning sensation on my cheeks.
"Escape like that, loose your self in your thoughts. Bella whenever I see you your always in your own world," Mary walked quickly over to my dresser removing my only dress. The old oak creeking with protest with every step.
"Put this on," she demands holding the dark blue dress in front of me.
"Mary I already told you there not gonna," she interrupts me, putting a hand over my mouth.
"Stop it , you have as much as a chance as anyone else to get a family!" Mary angrily shoves the dress in my hands turning away sharply and without looking back leaves.