What did she do to her hair?
She looks like a boy!
When's her birthday? I'll get her something we will all appreciate: Non breakable, Untie-able rope.
look at her wrists! see all those scars?
what a freak!
I listened to all the usual remarks, coming from all the usual people. Their words didnt hurt me like they used to, and I knew why. Because now i had a plan. To get away from all of them and start again.
Usually, I only stayed in one place long enough to get as much cash and clothes as i could before i would leave again. This time I had to stay longer because Susan, my social worker kept checking in on me. Soon though, the visits got longer apart when she started to think i was settling in better at this new place. Why anyone would think a girl like me, with my history, would thrive in the wealthiest part of California was beyond me. With all the cheerleader, volleyball playing barbies and their jock Ken clones, my entire being screamed outsider. Being thin, pale, with short red hair and bright green eyes, i didnt fit in with these people. I didnt really fit in anywhere to be honest.
At 12 I had moved from 15 different families across 12 different states. At 14 I had moved from 37 different families across 23 different states and 62 different schools. At 16 I had lost count. I usually spent about a week with a family, maybe two if i had been searched when i got caught, and then spent a few months on the street before i would get picked up again and moved on to a new family.
This time, I would not get caught.
A/N- This is a story I have wanted to write for a while, and im hoping it will be better than previous attempts.
Read and Review so i know if I should continue.
Thanks. :)