Thank you for reading! For those of you who have read this when it was published, I really appreciate that. I also apologize because I have been editing too much and it confuses people. To clarify, this chapter has more detail, and I made it a bit longer.

My friend told me to write better, so that's why I changed it.

The original first chapter has been seperated into 2-3 chapters.

This is the second one.

Thanks to Hajimeru Rinko for giving me some advice. I will now paragraph my stories. To clarify, the 4 chapters I have now are actually the original two chapters before. However, I added more detail due to a review from Jigglypuff's pillow. I apologize for any inconvenience. For those of you who have alerted to my story, thank you, but I'm sadly a new member ,and all these confusing things about updating and stuff are making me dizzy. Anyways, hope the paragraphing works better for you guys. Also, paragrpahs in italics are usually flashbacks.

Giotto's Memories

The sound of shouts and screams were heard around the nursery. "Hey, give me that toy!", "What's wrong with you?", and "Shut up!" were clearly the ruckus the kids were causing. Among the madness sat a young blonde boy, Giotto, who just sat quietly and looked out the window. His stare was empty, but if you looked at him closely you would notice that this boy had fear, sadness, and pain in his eyes. The room he lived in was tiny. A small wooden table with a stool, a miniscule bed, and a window. At night, Giotto would toss and turn, and be unable to fall asleep. He would think about his old life, and memories would flood in his mind. The beautiful house, the vast forest behind it, and a crystalline lake, from which a person could drink from. All gone. The blonde boy remembered everything that had happened as if it was just yesterday.

When it was beginning to get dark, the crowd seperated and went their own ways. A group of policemen had pointed at Giotto, and motioned for him to come over. Struggling to stand up, the 7-year old boy finally walked over the the group. "Kid, we know it's really tough for you, but we're going to start a new life, and you'll be able to make new friends!" one of them said. "You'll be sent to an adoption home. A lot of other children are like you." another one exclaimed. They continued to rant on about this for a while. Giotto could only nod his head, and stare back at the destroyed mansion.

"Everybody! Exercise time!" Lady Garcia called out from the first floor. It was raining heavily outside, and a shiver went up the boy's back. But it wasn't from the cold. Hugging his chest, Giotto slowly walked down the stairs and opened the front door. A flood of kids pushed past him and smirked. "The jerk's got to hold the door again!" a tough looking kid said. A group of children surrounding him howled with laughter. Giotto could only stare at the floor, and wipe his eyes. Outside the rain had gone down, but this didn't make things any better.

The front lawn was full of activities and things for children to participate in. There was a mini playground with a slide, a swing set, and monkey bars. The kids would normally play after the exercise, which took only about 15 minutes. Lady Garcia taught them foot techniques and hand rotation, and everyone followed. Giotto tripped now and then, and ended up being laughed it. After the daily stretches, the tough kid walked up to Giotto again. Again, there were a group of kids surrounding him. A couple kids seemed worried, but the majority of them nodded and repeated their leader's words.

Giotto knew he would be tormented again. The majority of the children here were older than him, and their parents had died because of violence. Drug abuse, alchohol, gangs, guns. This adoption home was full of kids who's Dads go to jail. The blonde boy was shoved to the ground, and pounded again and again. Blood ran down his face, but he made no effort to show resistance.

Punch after punch. Kick after kick. Giotto's body was beaten, and scratches covered his entire body. The blonde boy was saved by Lady Garcia who noticed them. As she came running over, the gang leader and his group departed. "You got lucky," he said. The leader then proceeded to spit on Giotto's face. Blood and tears leaked down from the blonde boy's eyes. The teardrops hit the ground, shattering into a million pieces. Just like his hopes and dreams, Nothing could change what happened. Giotto knew that.

Lady Garcia finally arrived, and pulled Giotto into an embrace. "Poor boy...Poor boy..." she said over and over, hugging him tightly. After a long time, Lady Garcia carried Giotto inside, and sat him next to the fire. The blonde boy could only stare in front of him, and cry.

During dinner, Lady Garcia tapped her glass with her spoon. "Attention! I need everybody's attention!" The kids quieted down and stared at her. It was not often that she made a speech. Lady Garcia cleared her throat and nodded. "Well...I want to have everybody know that we DO NOT tolerate bullying in this house!" She pointed at Giotto. The tough boy's face was white as a ghost, and he hid back in his seat. "Keith here, as we would say it 'beat up' poor Giotto! Do you have any sense?" Everyone stared at the tormentor. He didn't look so cool now, and he ran away from the table. Giotto picked at his meatloaf and potatoes, and layed his head on the table.

The last thing he remembered was being carried upstairs and falling asleep.

I do apologize again for the confusion. For those of you have read the first chapter already, I decided to split it into longer sections. The main idea is of course the same, but Lady Garcia is nice, and Giotto stays for another day.

If you read the story, please take your time to review. It will only take a little bit! Thanks a lot!

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xDarkTempest