Hia, I got an idea about writing about these ten girls. I hope something decent will come out of this though I doubt it. I won't be able to update on it every day as I'm currently working on finishing off my other book. Hope you like it.
Goya
I walked into the classroom holding my breath. I was terrified of the first day of my new school. What if the kids found out what happened to my parents? I would never have a normal life. Every time I thought of my parents I had to fight back tears. I still didn't get over what happened to them It was just a few months ago when we still were a happy family. Until someone felt like spoiling it all. I never understood why. Why was it my parents? Why did he do that? They didn't do nothing wrong. They died. No, they've been killed. And I saw it all happening. I saw them die, because of me. Because I was born. I was my mum's first and only baby. She was only eighteen when she gave birth to me. Everyone was shattered and my biological father left, I never saw him. When I was about two years old Dominick came into our lives. He was the best father I could ever have. Kind, caring and loving. Mum was off to a brand new start. We were happy like this. My mum didn't want another baby and dad was perfectly fine with dad as he didn't want me to feel left out. When I was fifteen my biological father showed up. Mum wouldn't let him see me and he was absolutely furious. He waited a year but none of my parents would agree on meeting me. He kidnapped me and my parents came after me. It was a trap. They were both killed that night, I barely escaped alive. Now I lived with my aunt Agnes and my three cousins, Rye, Tom and Lucy. Aunt Agnes didn't have as much time for me as my parents did but I never blamed her. After all I wasn't even hers and with Tom getting into drugs she had more on her mind. I actually felt quite sorry for her. Lucy was only nine and never left her mum's side and Rye was eleven. I haven't seen Tom in three weeks now. He ran away as aunt Agnes wanted him to go to rehab. Although all those problems lining up we were a cheerful ( but weird ) family. Aunt Agnes always made sure we were well dressed and happy. I loved her and my cousins nearly as much as I loved my parents. Nearly. Now I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. To live with aunt Agnes I had to move to London and of course change schools. In my old school I used to be one of the usual normal kids that never really stood out. I had dark chocolate coloured skin and same coloured eyes.I was average. The new school was going to need a lot of adjusting to do. The teacher at the desk looked at me suspiciously and told me to sit at the back of the class. I sat on the chair obeying. Next to me there was a blond girl with long her and blue eyes. She looked quite pretty. 'Hi I'm Clara. I can show you around the school if you like.' She said shyly. I nodded 'I'm Goya' I answered. Clara didn't talk much but she was kind. She was a very smart girl and helped me with all of my work. However I was sure that as soon as she found out what happened to my parents she was going to abandon me. Everyone always did. The only family member that was actually keen on taking care of me was aunt Agnes and I was very grateful to her. I guess I was just the 'unwanted' one.
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