Prologue

Have you ever had a day where you just can't seem to find a purpose? A day where you don't care where you go or where you end up? If you've had a day like that...congratulations! You've only had a day like that. My entire life is like that. In all honesty, I don't care where I go. I've been through so many foster homes, and most of them gave me up. They placed me in a home that actually seems to care. But I'm sure that won't last long.

Chapter one:

I sat at my desk, staring directly at the board. Wisps of my long strawberry-blonde hair tickled my forehead. Mrs.Carmon knocked on her desk in a furious manner."Felice? Felice are you listening?" Shaking my head slightly, I sat straight up."Pardon? Did you say something?" My classmates giggled around me."Ugh. That is it young lady. I have had it with your day dreaming. Instead of taking a trip to dreamland, you can now take a trip to principal's office land." I looked Mrs.Carmon in the eye and studied the color carefully. The blue was strikingly bright and tinted with just a hint of green. She picked up a ruler from her desk and swiftly slapped it against her wooden desk."Go on then!" Vanessa, a brunette with brown eyes, smirked as she watched me stand up. Vanessa is the "leader" of the popular crowd. Her boyfriend, Dylan, looked down at his hands. Ugh, I hate the popular crowd. They think they're so much better than everyone else."You heard her, move it!" Mrs.Carmon shot her a nasty look. I turned to fave the door and slowly shuffled out and into the hallway.

The long corridor was nearly deserted, except for me and a short kid with poofy hair."Hey, you're from Mrs.Carmon's class aren't you?" The girl stopped to take a sip from the water fountain before looking up at me with curious brown eyes."My name is Grace. I'm from Mr.Canto's class. Ya know, seventh grade?" The girl had round cheeks and eyes that twinkled with curiosity."Yes, I'm from Mrs.Carmon's class. W-why do you ask?" Grace fiddled with her fingers."My brother has told me tons about you. He says you're probably the coolest girl he knows" Oh my gosh. How long is this kid gonna keep me here?!

"Who's your brother? And make it quick. I have somewhere to be." Grace bounced on the balls of her feet."Well, I'm really not supposed to tell, but my brother's in your class. His name is Dylan." Suddenly, the bell rang and echoed through the school building."I've gotta go to my next class. Bye!" Taking off down the hall, Grace turned at the next corner. Before any of the students set foot out of the classroom, I bolted for the principal's office.

"Felice, I hate to tell you this but if you get sent to my office one more time I will have no choice but to give you detention. Now please, what is going on with you?" Principal Brown inquired. The artificial lighting in his office caused his gloriously green eyes to seem dull and tired."Like I've said before, there is nothing wrong. I'm perfectly fine." I absolutely hate getting sent to the office for petty reasons. But I've become accustomed to it. My foot rapped in a rythmic manner."Look, if there is anything strange going on in that head of yours that seems...off...I can recommend a therapist for you. There are plenty of great therapists in Tyler Texas. Surely they could help you. Are you serious! Does he really think there's something wrong with me?! My blood began to boil."There is nothing wrong with me! Maybe if you can't see that then I should just go home. I won't be your problem if I did that now would I!"

"Feli-" Before he could finish speaking, I stormed out of his office. Kids from all grades, sixth grade and up flooded the narrow hall. Tall, blue lockers lined the walls. I think I'll head to the football field. Maybe I can get some peace and quiet for once. Looking dead ahead, I made my way to the back exit. The next thing I know, my face is slammed against a locker. The metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth."Poor Felice. Did someone get sent the office again?"Slam her again Brady! But this time do it with more force." I instantly recognized the high pitched, bratty voice of Vanessa. The back of my shirt was suddenly pulled so far back that I went back with it. Crash! My head was slammed into the locker one more time, harder than the last.

Thick blood trickled down my chin, and the sounds of voices meshed together, echoing inside my head."Ha! Loser!" Vanessa called out. The hand released my shirt. And down I went, hitting my head(once again) on the smooth tile floor. This time, a new voice joined in with Vanessa's."Kick her! Kick her!" A hard boot came pounding into my belly."Ahh!" I cried out in pain. The boot came again and again until all of my breath was pounded out of me. Further down the hall, a familiar voice shouted,"Someone go and get Principal Brown!" It was Grace."Disperse! Come on guys, let's get outa here." Vanessa and her gang ran from me and meshed I'm with the rest of the students, leaving me lying on the ground, curled into a bloody ball.

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"Felice? Felice are you alright?" The world seemed to spin around me. I couldn't pick any sound apart. My head spun and I felt like I might puke."Felice, can you fell this?" A sharp jab in my hand startled me and caused me to jump."Ow!" Sitting straight up so quickly made my head spin ten times faster."Felice, this is Mrs.Spark. I am the school nurse. Your nose seems to be broken and you have quite a few bruises on your stomach." Of course I have bruises! I head pummeled by a kids boot!"Where...where am I?" A warm hand rested on my shoulder as I attempted to sit up once more."Oh darling, you are in the infirmary. One of the seventh graders found you in the hallway. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" I flung my legs over the side of the table and leg them swing. Grabbing my aching head in my hands, I took a few deep breaths."Um, I uh, was running in the hallway. And I accidentally ran into a locker." I knew the nurse had picked up on my lie. She walked to her neat and organized desk, and pulled out a notepad and pen."Well, if you say so. I am going to have to call your mother so she can pick you up. What is her number?" I was hesitant to answer. Not many people know that I'm a foster kid. And I really didn't want anyone to know."I can call her on my phone. She never answers school calls." Mrs.Spark only nodded her head, and waved her hand, gesturing for me to leave. Sliding off of the table wasnt so bad. It was the walk to the lobby that caused an excruciating pain to surge through my head. You're okay Fawn. Just hurry to the lobby and you can sit for a bit.

All of the students were now in the last class of the day. I on the other hand, was sitting in a chair, trying not to cry. The pain in my head had ceased significantly, but my stomach throbbed. I could hear footsteps approaching me. Not caring enough to see who it was, I let a small whimper slip from my throat. The chair next to me shifted. Is that...cologne? I sniffed a few times and recognized the fragrance. My foster brother dons this scent every day...Calvin Klein."Hey, I saw what happened in the hallway earlier. You look...banged up." Oh gosh no. Please don't be you. Craning my neck to see who was sitting by my side, I squinted one eye."Dylan? What are you doing here?" I let both hands fall from my head and placed them in my lap. The pain had ceased completely from my head. But my stomach continued to throb."Well, I'm here because I figured I should check on you." The boy baffled me."Why do you care? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend...Vanessa.?" While I waited for him to answer my many questions, I carefully observed his face. His eyes were an interesting shade of green, hinged with blue close to the pupil. His brown hair had been brushed neatly, but gently ruffled as the day went on.

"Vanessa and I are complicated at the moment."

What was that? Was that a touch of anger I saw in his eyes?"Anyway, do you need me to walk you home?" It would be nice to have company while I walked home, but I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be Dylan's company."Um, if you're sure you wouldn't mind." I replied. The smallest of smiles crossed his face."My house is only two blocks from here so it shouldn't take long. Could we go now? I'd like to get home." School would be letting out in only ten minutes, so nothing bad should come out of it. Dylan stood up and brushed off his jeans."Alright, we can go now." Stretching his hand out, I grab it politely. The two of us then made our way out of the school.