A World of Her Own
CHAPTER 1
Adriana wished to live, love, and trust. She wished that she could believe people; she wished that people cared about her. Her mother would only come home when she was too drunk or drugged to stay conscious, which she was every night, but she also usually was "caught up" in one thing or another. At first, Adriana had no idea what her mother did that kept her away. Then one night when she was driving with some friends, she saw her mother on a street corner. The teenagers with her cracked up laughing.
"Hey Adriana, isn't that your mother? Wow, she's a prostitute, she's not good enough, no wonder you guys are so poor."
Adriana had no friends after that, she didn't even want to. Everyone found out about it, and somehow even strangers knew who she was, and what her mother was. Her mother found out that Adriana knew, and so she decided to make a little money. She was picked up much more than her mother was, and her mother became jealous. Her strikes, added to the ones made by the men, or on occasion, women, made her weak at first. But she developed an immunity to pain, driving herself into a sleep-like state, since pretty girls must attract abusive people. Adriana did not think that she was beautiful, but if she had someone describe her, this is what they would say. Her copper hair hung down to the small of her back in curls if she let it down, but most of the time it was placed in a high ponytail that gave Adriana a look of sophistication beyond her 15 years. Her almond-shaped eyes were surprisingly dark, and when you stared into them, you got the feeling of immense foreboding and a as if you could get lost in the depths of the pain. She had dark lashes that framed them, and her pale but unblemished complexion was in need of no makeup whatsoever, and no one dared to but a mark on her face; however, that was different from the rest of her body. She had long legs, strong shoulders, and a graceful swan neck. Although her humiliation brought her down mentally and physically, she did not show it in the way she carried herself, by how graceful and royal she looked when she moved. Adding to her face, she had high cheekbones and full lips of a naturally cherry red color. She had only blushed when she was an innocent child, showing her youth, although now the only emotions you could see was in her eyes, and she had no way of guarding those.
Her life became worse and worse, and eventually her mother brought home a boyfriend that did not even have a job, but instead tortured Adriana whenever she was home. The only time she got a break was to sleep the few hours she was able, and her only source of nourishment was the food from school. Her school was given donations for food, since the community that surrounded it was rich, and even though she lived a walk of one hour away, that was the only way she could get a decent education and stay as healthy as possible. The walk to school and back also gave her a way out, a time to think. But then her mother's boyfriend, David, started taking her to and from school. Then, she started working more and more with her mother, since David took up so much of their money.
Her life was a black hole, and she only found one way out, writing her story. Her story of a new world.
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