Little Girl Lost

by ShaymieTehShaymin

Ariadne Williams has been in and out of foster homes for as long as she can remember, and each one has been worse than the last. She's found her seemingly permanent home with a neglectful drunk who treats her as his personal punching bag and housemaid. When he takes in three more kids, Ariadne makes it her personal goal to protect them from him, no matter what the cost.

1. Prologue

So I decided to publish the prologue of a story I've been working on for a while. Don't worry, I'm still working on my other story. I just get too many ideas, and if I don't write them down they'll be lost forever. So yeah, enjoy this prologue! Hopefully it's not terrible. Also, I'm tired. It's like, 2:30 in the morning and I've had a bunch of soda. I would have waited to publish this, but I'd just hesitate and it would sit in my flash drive forever. Welp, I've been rambling for a while now. I'll be surprised if anyone's still reading this. I'll shut up now. ~Shaymie

"Miss Williams, are you paying attention?" Ariadne looked up from her hands and flinched at the sharp tone of the social worker. She knew that Ms. Perkins hated her. It seemed that every adult she ever met hated her, simply because she refused to talk. They considered her an annoying pest that begged for pity. The only nice adult she had ever met was the school librarian, who always let her skip class in the library as long as she helped keep the library organized.

"She's always off in her own world," Ariadne's foster father said, smiling widely at her. She forced herself to smile back, noting the yellowness of her "father's" teeth. He hadn't even bothered to brush his teeth before coming downstairs to meet with the social worker. In fact, he had been passed out drunk, and Ariadne had to keep the social worker distracted while he took his own sweet time waking up.

"You're going to have three new siblings," Ms. Perkins said, looking at Ariadne with cold blue eyes. "I'm going to bring them by tomorrow. Do you have a problem with that?"

I do, in fact, have a problem with that, Ariadne thought, the corner of her mouth turning into a grimace. She didn't want anyone else to go through what she goes through. Nobody deserves to be treated like she did.

Why would I have a problem with that? It's not my choice who Father decides to bring in, she wrote in the notepad she always carried around with her, shuddering slightly as she wrote the word "Father". Robert was the farthest thing from a father Ariadne had ever seen. She only hoped that he would be just a little bit kinder to her new siblings.