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1: going to Forks.
I sat in my hospital room and sighed. I hate this room. I have lived in this room my whole life, and I latterly mean my whole life. When I was born they found something in me and took me here, a few weeks ago my parents gave up and put me in foster care wanting nothing to do with me. I find that mean. Then my phone buzzed.
Coming in. Bad newz from guards. I hate then with a passion.
~Sandra
My best friend texted me. I was confused. Was I going to die? Do I get to leave? Will my parents take me back? Then Sandra walked in.
"Ashley they say you're going to move into a hospital in the USA! You are Canadian you can't go but they say you have to!" she said.
"WHAT!" I screamed. My heart was racing and the nurses ran in.
"Miss. Hamming please calm down." They said, as they put the sleeping meds in me.
"Fuck then" I said as I passed out.
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I woke up in a car, it was raining.
"Where am I going?" I asked.
"Forks hospital Ashley" said Mike. I started to cry. When the hospital came into view my sadness turned into anger. But I didn't show it.
As we walked in, well me in a wheelchair (I can walk) I smelt hospital.
"Welcome to forks hospital how may I help you?" the rep asked.
"We need a room." Said mike.
"Sorry no more room, only empty room is for Ashley Ann Hamming" she said.
"She is Ashley"
"Well Doctor Cullen needs to make sure."
"She is!"
"I am sorry, oh here he is now"
A doctor with blond hair and the palest skin ever walked in.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked. When Mike was not looking stood up and started towards the door then a man with curly brown hair, and who was HUGE stepped in front of me. I gulped and started walking backwards. I bumped into Mike.
"Ashley sit down." He said.
"No I can walk perfectly fine." I said and kept standing. The big person looked impressed with my standing up.
"Ashley Ann Hamming sit down in the chair you are not well." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh really spending my whole life in a hospital room people get so bored they learn to pass the time. I can do math at a grade 12 level!" everyone looked at me in shock.
"Oh yeah what is 234 times 567?" asked the big guy.
"132678" I said.
"Correct. You are smart." He said. "What grade are you in?" he asked. I giggled.
"6" I said. Everyone starred at me and Mike rolled his eyes.
"So can Ashley get her room?"
