Once upon a time, there was a girl living in Boston. She had spent most of her life in an old orphanage. At the Home for Orphaned and Unruly Children, she had been abused by both caretakers and other kids alike. She had been living there for as long as she could remember. She was always told by all of the adults that she had been left on their doorstep because no one in the entire world wanted her. Apparently, that was how every other child in this dump had been found. It was announced on the intercom every morning, drummed into their heads. All of them were told every single morning that this orphanage was doing them a favor, for caring when not a single other person in the world did.
This place was terrible, but the one time she was actually adopted, things got much worse. Her adoptive father abused her, her adoptive mother and siblings bullied her relentlessly. Not a single human being, if you could call them that, showed her a single drop of kindness her entire life. She had no friends, no true family, and no one to really care about her, not even her name. After being in the system for so long, she had gotten used to it. After living with abusive guardians for so long, she knew what to do to try to defuse a situation. Which was nothing. Don't fight, dont argue, don't say one word. After being pushed around her entire life, she had no fight left in her.
Sorry that this chapter was so short, I just thought it would be a good idea to end it here. I promise that all of the chapters after this will be much longer. I'll try to post every week, but if I'm late, don't worry, I have to juggle this and my schoolwork, but I love you all and will try to update as often as I can!