Elenas POV
Yep so this is me. Elena Marez. sitting in the back seat of my socal workers car off to yet another dumping ground. I don't know why they try I mean ill just get fostered but ill keep running away over and over again. They will just cause tears and heart break.
But lets start at the beginning shall we. You already know my name Elena Marez. Im 13 years old with strait blonde hair down to my waist pale skin with a couple of freckles on my nose and massive green eyes framed with long black eye lashes. im approxomatly 4"10 pretty small for a thirteen year old. and very skinny.
Im in a care home because when I was little my dad abused me. Really hard. this happened until I was ten. ive got a bunch of scars round my bodyform when hes attacked me. he used to whip me on the back and throw eer bottles at me he was a massive alcoholic. this all started when mum died when I was about surprised im still alive. He even cut my wrist so it looked like I tried to commit suicide but I didn't. well I tried to but my dad found out.
I don't do it anymore as dad threatened he would kill everyone I love ifi told anyone or tried to kill myself again. I couldnt allow for this to happen. when I turned 11 the police came to my house by a neighbour heard my screams and took me away to care homes and foster homes I got kicked out of again and again.
So basically this was why I was sitting in the back of my social workers elain the pains car to be shipped off to another care home. Elmtree House. Pft like my luck will ever change... but little did I know that it would very soon and it had everything to do with a cheeky bbrown eyed boy I woukld soon meet...
