I wonder sometimes if everything is just a little too good for me. I wake up everyday wondering if this is the path I was meant to be taking, am I doing everything right, or making all the wrong choices. Am I the person I am suppose to be or am I letting everyone down. Things that should come easily are things I struggle to comprehend or hold onto.
It's harder to sit and do nothing when everything is moving in fast forward around you, and yet that is exactly what I found myself doing. I was six when it happened. When my life took a huge wring turn and everything around me seemed to fall apart, like leaves leaving branches in the fall. I wanted nothing more then to curl up in a ball and stay there, protected and unaware of everything around me. I was sixteen when I finally left the system and now at twenty one, fourteen years had passed me in slow motion, home after home taking me in and totally leaving me abandoned. I hated the new start. I never quite got the hang of integrating into a new family, a new school, or even into the new home. I usually left everything packed and ready to move on. I didn't form attachments or make any attempt at getting to know the people who took me in. There was no point. I was always ready for the next home, because at any given moment I was likely to be thrown out and given away to face the next family, school, and home all over again.
People didn't want to take in a teenage girl these days, and they usually didn't want one with as bad of a history as I did. I spent what time I had hiding in my room researching the paranormal and reading my father diary.
I had convinced every foster family I had into letting me take martial arts and even had a few foster fathers teach me to hunt.
My name is Michelle.
I'm a girl.
I have platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
And I'm a hunter.
But not in the literal since.