Hey guys, so this is my very first story that I've created and actually continued

So i hope you enjoy it

-Liz

Prologue

So, you know the weird outcasts at any school? Yea well, I'm one of them. My name's Mackenzie Foster, I'm 16 years old and I don't fit in anywhere, whether it be in my hometown in Venice, Italy ( yes I used to live in Italy, where I was born) or in the other homes I lived in since I was 10. Confused? Don't worry I'll explain to you right now.

When I was younger my life was, well not perfect but I loved my life. My family was so kindhearted to everyone in our neighborhood. My mother was absolutely beautiful, my older brother was very sweet to me and he was always protective of me, whether it be me getting myself hurt or if anyone was picking on me at school. My father was the best; I was his little girl, his angel. He loved my mom with all of his heart and never cheated on her. We were a happy family until that certain day when everything changed. 14 weeks after my 10th birthday we were on a road trip to visit some longtime friends of our family, when the incident happened. My dad had taken his eyes off the road for a minute to change the radio station when the driver of an oil tanker swerved into our lane. It rammed into the car on my brothers side, sending the car flying off the road and into the woods. The car kept rolling, crashing into anything in its way, with me hitting my heard on the door hard, making me black out.

When I came to, the car was upside down and I was lying on the roof. Crawling towards the door closer to me, I angled myself to where I could try to kick the window out. I brought my knees up to my chin and kicked with all my strength to break the window. After a while the window broke and I was able to crawl out of the car, cutting myself in the progress with all the broken glass. Once I was out, I stood up and started to check my body for any injuries. My arms were all cut up; I was surprised when my legs gave out all of a sudden. My left leg hurt trying to move it and there was a lot of blood on the right side of my shirt. Tear started sliding down my cheeks, I tried to yell for help but my voice wouldn't come out. Scooting myself to the front of the car to check on my family, looking into the car I noticed that their eyes were closed, almost as if they were sleeping. I tapped on the window, trying to wake them up, but it didn't work. I started to cry even more now, forcing my voice to scream out for help.

After what felt like an hour, help finally came, firefighters, police, and many ambulances surrounded the car. The firefighter got out their equipment and got to work on the car, while a female officer picked me up and carried me away for the car to an ambulance to have my smaller injuries taken care of. They were loading up to take me to the hospital when they pulled my brother out from the car first then my parents. I wanted to run to them, see if they were ok, but the doors were closed before I could get out and I was on my way to the nearest hospital. Once the ambulance I was in arrived at the hospital, many doctors swarmed around me. My side was bleeding even worst now, I lost too much blood and the cut was huge, so I was rushed into surgery right away.

When I woke up the sky was dark, looking at the clock in my room I was 2:30 A.M. I was groggy and still out of it. A little bit later a doctor walked in and told me that my left leg was broken and the cut on my side was deep but it missed all my organs. I was lucky to not have any head or internal injuries. After the doctor left the female officer, who carried me away from the crash, came into my room. She had an "I'm so sorry" look on her face, it took me a while but I finally understood, my family was dead I was never going to see them again. They died yet somehow I survived.

For 5 years since that accident, I've bounced around from one foster family to another. On my 16th birthday I was adopted by a family in America. No one told me nor was I prepared for the adventured that awaited me in my new life.