A/N: Okay heres the first chapter! I've written like the firs three chapters so far so I'm going to post them but I think they need some work I'm not sure let me know what you think and I'll go from there!
Catch Me I'm Falling
Estealla..
Chapter One
I go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful some day
- Everclear
I had lived everywhere from Texas to Jersey to Illinois, but none of them beat this place. This was by far the most ridiculous of all the places I had been, I mean come on...Forks? Is the high schools mascot a spoon? A knife? Come on people get original.
Besides its name it seemed like a decent enough place, well thats what I thought until it started to down pour and dear old Alice, my social worker, informed me of the little bit of information she left out. It was like this constantly. 'Hello Rain! Good bye sunshine! Who knows when I'll see you again' I thought miserably before we pulled into the obnoxiously long drive way leading to the little house I'd be staying at, for now anyway.
There they all stood, mom, dad, brother and sister smiling on the porch just waiting to greet me. Well great, just great, another leave it to beaver family. Yippie. I bet they think there doing good thing, me being the charity case, and them being the ones that need to extend a helping hand to those in need. Well quitely frankly it made me sick. I was no charity case.
Alice put her hand on my knee and smiled, "Come on, they seem like a great family. They've been excited to meet you, just try to smile?" So thats what I did. I slapped a sickenly sweet smile on to my normally frowning face and hopped out of the car.
A small, plump woman ran to me, she looked about forty with short red hair and one of the biggest smiles i'd ever seen. "We've heard so many good things about you!" The lady said hugging me tightly. I looked at Alice with a raised eyebrow when she finally released me. What exactly could she have heard? The time I beat the crap out of that one familys neighbor back in Ohio when I was fourteen because he told the town no one wanted me and thats what I was a foster kid? Or maybe it was the time I used an umbrella as a weapon against that New York familys son for stealing my things, then getting me in trouble with his parents. Damn I hate people.
"Come on, George has your things, we've got a room all set up for you we figured you'd like purple or pink so we painted the study!" Pink? Purple? Shoot me please. "It has a bed and a dresser and a few other things we picked up" She kept rambling on and on about how much she knew I'd love it here. They were nice, I'll give them that much. I never had my own room or bed for that matter. I usually got a futon or had to share a bed with some other crumb snatcher.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I'll go to school and be super popular, then I'll become a cheerleader and everyone will vote for me for prom queen. Ha. Who was I kidding?
Little hands tugged at my jeans, I looked down to find my new little 'sister' trying to pull me down to eye level. "Yes?" I asked trying to be nice, she was only what..five? after all. She pulled me down and cupped my ear with her small hand.
"I left a suprise in your room for you" She giggled. Oh no. A suprise? The last time a kid said that to me I had to sleep in a bed full of glitter for a week until it finally came out. I think she could see the shock on my face so she pulled me to her again. "It's my barbie...her names Trinity too!" Two words. Thank. God.
Not completely horrible right? I hope. Okay review review review!
-E.B
