Erica Goodfellow is my character. Do not take her unless I give you permission to. The only people currently that have permission to use this character is TheWeirdz, for helping me invent such a character and the writing process of this story. Huge shout out to TheWeirdz, she actually has been talking to me on discord and PM me for months on this character and wrote most of this story already. I was basically an occasional idea giver and sort of a Beta Reader, hard to beta read on someone who is really good at writing in the first place, also TheWeirdz is a super big perfectionist so she's already looked over the story like six times and edited over and over again before she gives it to you. Lol . What I'm trying to say, it's basically her story, Even though it's on my account, and she's giving me full credit for the story… Thanks TheWeirdz! I got carried away. Onward with the story.

Also Emily you should really consider getting an account, I've been reading the reviews on some of the other story's, and the reason your reviews are coming in late is because you don't have an account so they have to be reviewed by the creator of the story OR by the people that work at fanfictionpress . Both take forever, plus if you have any questions the author will probably PM you and that way you don't have to wait a billion years for the next chapter to come out. Just trying to be helpful :)

Hey and if anyone wants to join discord server heres the link /3sMMT59c

I am alone, I will always be alone. The words have been dancing around in my head for years. My first family were drunks and they didn't care about me at all. Mrs and Mr. Belgadon were their names.

Mrs Belgadon was a redhead with brown eyes, or that's what she looked like from what I can remember. Mr Belgadon looked a bit more average, he was much taller than his wife and he was very pale. I could never remember much about him. I remember feeling like I was always more of a slave to them then a daughter.

"Hey, Emily get me some more of this stuff." Mr. Belgadon would say.

"Her name is not Emily, it's Etty." Mrs Belgadon would argue.

Back then I didn't even know what my name was. They constantly called me something new. I don't remember who called the police on them. Then there was a blip, and then I was at an orphanage, I don't remember what had happened in between then and when I was in the orphanage.

Six months later I was put into a new house. I don't remember the drive there or the family coming to talk to me, I just remember arriving at the house. I don't even remember the social worker that was taking me there.

"Hello little Erica, my name is Lidia, remember you saw me at the orphanage." I just nodded, I was a bit of an introvert back then.

"You can call me Mom though." I'd always wanted to call someone Mom Mrs. Belgadon never had let me call them that, so I was very excited to call her so. At the time I didn't realize that she was just putting on an act for the social worker. The minute the social worker left the women said, and I remember very clearly.

"You cannot call me Mom, got that?." The blonde woman said.

After seven years of living there I'd finally had enough of her rudeness toward me.

That was the first time I tried to run away. She found out I had left a few hours later and had the police on me all night. I was adventially caught and sent back home. The woman that was supposed to be my mother was not very amused at all

"You are in big trouble!. Who is going to go to the store and get me my makeup?. What about all this mess, these are your chores and you have to do them. Who is going to watch Jack!." I remembered Lidia screaming for hours about the responsibilities that I had. I blanked out on all what she had said. I was only focused on trying to find some other way out of the house.

After my failed attempt at running away Lidia watched me very closely. After I was done with chores I was to talk to her imminently and she'd come into my room every night. How do I get out of here?.

ONE YEAR LATER

I quickly ran down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. I opened the freezer door and raided the fridge for waffles for my younger step brother, Jack. He was about seven years old, turning eight in two weeks. I however was having a birthday in three days. The same day as the solstice, my insides turned every time I thought about it.

I didn't know if it was because Jack gets presents on my birthday or if I just didn't like my birthday in general. Jack is spoiled rotten, I have to do everything for him. I'm his personal servant and he can get away with treating me like this without my supposed parent caring.

I popped the waffles in the toaster and turned around to get a plate from the cabinet. I grabbed a green plate and his dinosaur cup for him. I looked in the fridge again for some orange juice.

"Jack, we're out of orange juice. Do you want anything else?." I said, but I already knew the answer.

"You were supposed to get orange juice yesterday after school!." I rolled my eyes. I shouldn't have said anything and just left for school.

"I forgot to get some, are you sure there isn't anything else you want?." I tried to get a new outcome other than just yelling, but failed.

"Okay, I'll get you some orange juice after- What is going on here?." I was cut off by Lidia storming into the room. Before I could answer Jack screamed out.

"She said she wouldn't get me orange juice!." He screeched while pointing his finger at me.

"Ugh, Emma why is it always about you!." Lidia yelled at me. I'm done, I walked out of the kitchen with my backpack and started walking to school. Like I had been doing for the past eight years.

Next chapter will be much longer, we've been working on it for a while. What are you guys favorite songs? The next chapter has got a lot more references to Puck and Sabrina, like how she looks and how she acts to certain things and so on. Also TheWeirdz wanted me to say that Assassinated (Her story) the seventh chapter is almost done and she's about to send it over to her Beta reader. She also said that if her Beta reader is reading this then she is super sorry for respawning late. She also said that making this story was really fun, and if anyone wants to collaborate with her on more stories then she'll be super open to it.

On another note, this chapter would've come out a lot sooner, but I think I've caught onto my friends' habits(,AKA TheWeirdz,) on updating late!. Lol. Anyway, what do you guys like to do for fun? Oh and I forgot to mention Erica was about five yrs old in the first part, and there is a Harry Potter reference somewhere. It was originally a Tangled quote, but I've never seen Tangled and I figured the co writer of this story likes Tangled a little too much. TheWeirdz was going to have three Tangled quotes in the first chapter, lol. She'll probably never even know they're missing. The title's is one of Carrie Underwoods songs, I let TheWeirdz keep that one, :)