Broken
Broken. Meaning To cause to separate into pieces suddenly or violently; smash.
Ever since the death of her mother, life hadn't been going great for the young Adrienne. She felt exactly like the definition of broken.
Her mother died so suddenly, and so harshly, that every time that Adrienne thought of her mother, she cried.
Today, she sat cross legged in her father's truck. She twisted her straight straw colored hair around her index finger. Her once sparkly ocean blue eyes were now gray, and resembled the clouds above them.
"Sweetie," her father gently began, "could you not do that?"
She snapped from her daydream, and in a vague voice, "Do what, Dad?"
He sighed. He could never reach his daughter and keep her from thinking of her mother. "Could you not sit like that? These are brand new leather seats."
"Oh, sure." She answered slowly. She pulled her legs out from under each other, and stretched them, raising her hands and sighing.
Once again, they were going on a business trip. Adrienne would be in school, sitting quietly, like she always did, only talking if an adult asked her a question, but no one could keep her after school. She would probably have to live in the school.
So, her father home schooled her with some type of book series that taught her math, science, history, language arts, and her dad's favorite to get her talking, sociology.
He looked outside the windows of his car, trying to find something to talk about.
A sign saying 'Tennessee welcomes you' was his conversation starter.
"Were in-." before he could finish, Adrienne finished for him.
"Tennessee." She looked up from her homework and looked at her father.
He was in shock. His eyes were as wide as the southern sky. He sped into a rest area.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" he asked shaking her.
"Nothing, Dad."
He stopped. He knew exactly what was wrong with her. "Pudding." He mumbled.
"Stop it!" She shouted. "You know I don't like to talk about mom!" She rushed in the car and cried.
The rest of the trip was dead silent except Adrienne's walkman, playing Evanescence.
"That's it!" he drove toward the exit, and hurried to a nice looking house. "Grab your things, your leaving my sight."
She grabbed her book bag and suitcase. "I'll send the rest of the stuff down here later. Welcome to your new home. It's a foster home, I hope you like it!" He sped down the road.
She didn't cry. She never wasted her precious tears on him.
She rang the door bell. A tall slim figure answered the door. "Hi. Welcome to Levine's Foster Home."
A/n: This is my first fan-fic ever. So don't blame me if it stinks. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Until we meet again,
Mars