A/N: This is the story of a girl, who was taken as a test subject, later in life rather than as an embryo

A/N: This is the story of a girl, who was taken as a test subject, later in life rather than as an embryo. Her unique situation left her helpless and alone in her time of great need. So running away, she tries to find a new life.

'Freedom', it's a word that is commonly used in the English language, although most have never felt what it is like to truly be free. And so I'll tell you my story and my vision of freedom.

How does a 10 year old know not to trust, when the basis of family life is about trust, truth and goodness? A 10 year old knows not of the hurt in the world, nor the pain and suffering people go through, so how does one respond? With the truth, the only thing they know. My one mistake in life.

The truth is dangerous, so now I hide behind a mask of lies and deceit, merely as a tool for survival.

"Jaelin, what are you doing on the computer?" my mother called from downstairs.

"Nothing much, just talking to friends"

It was half the truth, I was talking on the internet but the people I were talking to weren't exactly my friends.

CoolBoy says: Hey, how are you?

JelliGirl123 says: I'm fine how about you?

CoolBoy says: I'm O.K, sorry what's your name again?

JelliGirl123 says: Oh, my name's Jaelin Clarent, what's yours?

CoolBoy says: Jake Newman. I've got to go I'll talk to you later. Bye.

JelliGirl123 says: Oh alright, bye.

I logged off, there was nothing more to do on the internet anyway. Plus I still had some English homework to do. 1 hour later I was called downstairs to dinner.

"Yummy, casserole again. You know how I just love it." My voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Jaelin, don't be like that, you know that Sunday is casserole night."

"Mmmm, but I still don't like it."

My mother and I spent the rest of the night in silence; I knew that my private retreats into my mind frustrated her, fore she knew not what I thought or what I felt. And this was how I wanted it to be, it was easier to deal with life this way.

"Bedtime love"

Moaning and grumbling I set off towards my bedroom, my place of safety and concealment. Although not for long.