Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or any publicly recognized characters. If I did, that'd be awesome.
So this is a new idea that I got and I was wondering what you guys would think. Please review and let me know!
I've never been really good at the whole sugar coating thing where I tell you the revised, happy version of my life that society wants to here. So I won't. If you plan on sticking around, that is. My name is Melody Tykes, my parents gave me up at age 6-I'm now 17 and I've been in foster care my whole boring life. I have been in about 26 different foster homes and I always seem to end up back at the group home after the stupid officials realize that my 'parents' are druggies, neglectful, abusive or plain just don't care enough about my well being.
There's only one time when I feel comfortable-when I'm alone and nobody is near me. Don't get the wrong idea now, I'm not antisocial, it's just that I don't care for the pathetic pity act that is so fake it could pass as Barbie. So that's my life, wake up, listen to the same fucking 'pep talk' that the head person lady gives to all of us 'future butterflies', watch whatever's on the old, half broken TV and wait for me to turn 18 when I can get out of this dumpster hole. Oh and did I mention Kat? No? She's the other thing that I that I live and breathe for.
She's 9 years old and was put into foster care system last year. She truly is my sunshine. If I'm not alone, then I'm with her. When she first came, she was a terrified little ball of anxiety, which is understandable. I didn't notice her much until we were put in the same room temporarily. She was crying that night and damn it was annoying as hell! I started asking her questions to get her to focus on something else and I learned that her name was Katherine and she had the average perfect life: a warm bed and a roof over her head, plenty of food on the table, and loving happy parents until one day they just dropped her off at the group home like she meant nothing. I hate those people so much for what they did to her. I quickly took her under my wing, teaching her and protecting her from everything that I could. I treat her like my own and love her just as much. I won't lie though; she has a knack for trouble.
I have gotten into plenty of fist fights to protect her. In one foster home that we were placed in, I got a broken arm after I punched our step dad for trying to molest her. He got pissed and snapped my arm into two. That was the last time I allowed her to be alone with any foster family members without me. Kat also somehow manages to see something good in me. I always tell her, "You're the best of them".
When I turn 18 the first thing I plan to do is adopt Kat so that she can stay with me. I then plan to find a job and a place to live and get her into school. She's smart and creative and deserves to learn more. What can I say? I'm proud of my girl! But other than Kat and my short, wonderful silence my life isn't the best. Oh well, I'll deal with it.
I was notified that my first chapter, to put it simple, sucked. I revised it a bit and hope this sounds a little better. I will be updating my other story very shortly.
-To infinity and Batman!