The One to Save Her
By Rebecca
Prologue
In the room, that small little room, it was quiet, there was no movement, and it was cold. It was almost like death, a poor soul put to rest for eternity. Their soul will go to heaven to live in peace or to spend and eternity in hell. But this wasn't death that would be easy. Death would be peaceful and quiet, there would be no problems just centeredness with oneself, weather you damn yourself to hell or save yourself to heaven.
Life for Maria seemed to never be easy. The day she was born was the day her mother died, something that always sat on her shoulders. It always loomed in the back of her mind waiting to attack in her weakest moments. Now as for her father, he was arrested when she was nine years old. But even in those nine years he was there in her life he wasn't, he was physically there but never mentally. His mind was distracted by his one true love, vodka. Maria remembers one time when she came home her last day of first grade. His mind was on with her, vodka. He was drunk on the love she kept giving him. He told Maria that she should go in her room and change. She did as she was told but her father came in while she was, he told her to be a good girl and not move. He told her he was helping her get dressed. At first it only happened when vodka really gave her love to him, which was maybe twice a week. But then once she started the third grade it seemed to happen a lot. He helped her get dressed every morning and help her with her bath every night. One day her teacher asked her when she was always late to school. Maria told her teacher what her father does. After that day, she never saw her father again.
Maria was then placed into her first foster home, with Mr. and Mrs. Jameson. She was with them till she was twelve. In those three years she was doing well. She had high grades and all her teachers saw great potential for her. She had friends and she played on the local soccer team in the area. But things got bad for her foster dad; he was diagnosed with cancer in his lungs. Doctors gave him only months to live. So Mrs. Jameson put her and the other two children Maria lived with for those three years back into the foster system.
Now a seventeen year old, Maria had been in a total of ten foster homes in the eight years she had been in the foster care system. Many families couldn't handle her; between the juvenile detention center threats, the secretive smoking, the fist and verbal fights with students, teachers, and ones in the home with her. She is now moving in with Ms. Taylor and her other foster child Kayla. People warned her about Maria, they told her that she would keep Maria for three months tops. But Ms. Taylor had other things in mind. She ignored the warnings and awaited the arrival of her new addition to her dysfunctional family.
This is where it all starts.