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Chapter 2 "Life"

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So that was it, a consternation that taunted me ever since that night. My name is Luca Frier, I'm a 15 years old high school student of Parlor High in Canada. I used to live in Los Angeles, but was transferred. I live now in a quiet neighborhood near the city. I read books related to William Shakespeare. I have blue eyes and brunette hair. My size is 5'5 and I weight 115. I consider myself a to be a prominent dauntless teen, I dare myself to do things that some people are afraid to do like... jump high ramps and cliffs, ride my skateboard in dangerous roads near the rivers and I like climbing abandoned building walls and I sometime stay in their roofs to get away from the stress my foster parents give me, Oh yeah! I forgot ... I'm an orphan. My foster parents told me that I had a family, a brother, a mom and dad, they said my family died in a car accident and I was the only survivor, however, I've been recently having images that visage rarely. One of them was a woman crying on me and seeing blood in her whole body. It scares me sometimes knowing that they are scrupulous continuity, but I can't start thinking and worrying myself over something that might be just a... "Dream" I might say?....
Furthermore, today was November 3, it was one of the coldest months I've experienced since I got transferred to Canada. It was Saturday afternoon, I don't have any friends so all I do as my usual hobbies or what I call entertainments, is painting in the Northern State Park, people that walk around the park not only see my work but also my paintings are sold.
I've already reached more than $250.
I gotta say I'm pretty good at making fair deals.
After my afternoon job and stressful deals, I was walking down the street, where my house was 4 blocks away from where I was standing in the street lights. I had my hands in my moss green jacket pockets, my favorite black boots, leggings underneath my jeans and a beanie my foster mom knitted for me last Christmas... Nevertheless when the lights turned green and I began walking.....
"Luca"! I stopped, a memory flashed in my eyes and I saw it again, "Luca, can you hear me?" Was that a scream? And...did that person say my name? I let my mind flow with what was I was beginning to remember repeatedly... I saw a woman, she had blonde hair and I also saw... Blood? In her hands and blouse.... What did she do?!...

*HONK * HONK*
"Hey kid get out of the way!"
"You wanna get killed?"
I woke from my day dream and forgot I standing in the middle of the street, and a taxi cab driver began screaming at me so I got out of the way. I felt dizzy, like I was in a trance while I saw those images again like it happened last time.'I can't let this happen again, I almost got ran over because of that.' 'I feel so stupid.'
I thought as I walked towards the door entrance and scrapped the snow from underneath my shoes and came in the house.
"Luca?!" "Luca!" "Is that you?" My foster mom started yelling from the kitchen.
*sigh* " Yes, Katherine its me" I went to the kitchen where Katherine was an she had a huge mess in the kitchen, flour on the floor, beaten eggs in a bowl and still had bits of egg cracks in it.... ( that's what she calls cooking)
"Where the heck were you? I was worried, I couldn't find you anywhere in the house, I thought you were with Daniel and Joseph at the arcade." She said kinda of happy, but at the same time disappointed.
"I was at the park like always." "You know I never get along with those idiots of what you want me to be my brothers." I said sitting down the chair and remembering what they did too me last summer. I was at the beach with the whole foster family building a sand castle that I was pretty proud of making for a 9 year old, until those two idiots came in and stomped the sand castle destroyed it letting sand fall in my eyes and laughed at me, "Jajaja you are too old to be doing baby stuff, Luca."
"Yeah grow up loser."
I hate those two since that day, nevertheless they still do their little dark games using me as their guinea pig: Spilling glue in my book bag and notebooks, adding cold water when I shower, putting fart bags in my desk chair and furthermore worst pranks. I wish I could just shrink then and throw them to the garbage.
"And Luca you can stop calling me Katherine, instead call me mom."
" Your not my mom, your just someone who decided to take me for money, no need to feel pity for me!"
I said angrily at her without even thinking about what I was doing. It just came to me. I felt my veins boiling from the frustration I had when she said that. Katherine immediately dropped the spoon she was using and yelled," You have no right to talk to me like that young man, I am responsible for you and I'm doing my best to do that until I find you a suitable home to live in. I wasn't the one who left you in my doorsteps in the night" She looked at me furiously and changed her look when she realized what she said.
"Well it wasn't my fault your stuck with me, cause you were the one who decided keep me, you could've given me to someone else!." I ran to my room slammed the door and dropped my book bag onto the floor and cried... I cried because I thought of everything.
'Why did my parents leave me?'
'Was I a bad child?'
'Did they leave me because I was useless?'
I felt like my heart froze of agony and hate that I could barely breathe through my nose, I grabbed the pillow tight and screamed muffled and did my best to let my tears flow out without holding a single one in me.