Chapter 1
Now, I want u to believe everything that I'm about to say but u probably won't so well call this a fiction story…for now.
It was August 4th. I was about to turn 13 when my world came crashing down…literally. My mom had dragged me and my little sister to the amusement park. Sounds fun right? Wrong, very wrong. My mom took my sister on this ride that is a ride filled with tourist attraction remakes from around the world. The ride was called My World (r u getting what I'm going at?). I was waiting outside when I felt this tug in my gut telling me that something was wrong. Only seconds later did I understand that I was right.
BOOOOOMMMM! I turned to see My World crumble down. I didn't understand what had happened but when I saw the wreckage I knew that something huge had hit the roof and made the small building collapse. Then it hit me. My family was in there. Let me rephrase that, my only family was in there. My heart dropped. I ran towards the building looking at the people who had gotten out. But my mom and sister weren't there. I couldn't take it. I broke down and cried; I cried in front of the smashed building where I last saw my family.
After the firemen and paramedics did their job one came up to me. By one look, I knew that they didn't get out. He didn't say anything but I knew. I broke down crying again and he looked down sympathetically at me. I didn't know it at the time, but they were the only 2 who didn't…make it. He asked me if I had any other family and I nodded my head. The police drove me home thinking that I had a father, but I didn't. My dad left before I was born. My sister was an adoptive sister so I was my mom's only real child.
I sat at home and did the only thing that I could think of. I cleaned. I cleaned until the house was spotless. I was really tired by then and I fell asleep on the couch for 2 days. When I woke up I looked at the calendar. It was August 7th, my birthday. I was finally a teenager but I didn't feel like celebrating. I felt like sulking.
For the next few days all I did was sit in my room, on my bed, waiting for something to change. 'Keep Holding On' by Avril Lavigne played from my iPod on a continuous loop for days. I didn't eat or sleep. All I could think about was the crushed building. My image started to change: I became thinner by each passing day, my hair grew at least 3-4 inches and my outlook became…darker. It was 1 ½ weeks b4 the neighbors got tired of hearing the song and called the police on me. It was only then that they discovered that they left a 13 year old home alone. (I assume the police man that dropped me off at home was fired)
I was immediately put into foster care. There is only one word to describe foster care, but I don't swear so well say help w/ an L instead of the P. I hated it w/ a burning passion. My only outlet was music. Thank gods I was allowed to keep my iPod or I would have gone insane. I had no friends there and all I did was sit in a corner and listen to music.
Luckily (or un-luckily), a woman who was beautiful at first glance adopted me. I knew nothing about her but did I care, nope. I stopped caring a while ago. She took me into her home which was nice but small. The strangest thing was that the wall decorations were…odd. They were swords, daggers, and bow + arrows. While I looked around, I didn't see my new "moms" eyes watch me. I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled but when she did I saw…