She was only 8 years old.
8 years old and she saw her mother get killed by a drive by. From that day poor Nova has been traumatized and has been to foster home to foster home. At the age of 12, Nova has anger and trust issues, never letting anyo...
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N O V A
It's the next morning, and must I say last nights events were....
Odd?
It's now 5:00 am and I'm still in bed staring at the ceiling go through what I should do for the day. I already know what I can't do, but I still might do it. It depends on how I'm feeling.
I guess I can go down stairs and see what I'm allowed to eat, but first I need a shower cause I stink. I take a good stretch and get up from my bed and head to my bathroom. I start the water so it can warm as start to undress myself that's when I get a good look at myself. I can see the outline of my rib cage and how bone my arms look, not to mention all my bruises and scars. Bruises from my previous foster father of how he would punch, kick, and throw me against the wall so many times. My most recent ones are on my stomach and arms into the shades of purple and a little green-ish yellow. Then you have the scars now they tell a different stories, but there will always be one that'll always hurt me more than the others.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I notice the mirror getting foggy and decide to get in the shower. I shower for about 15 minutes then step out of the bathroom and made a beam line to my closet. I picked up an oversized long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans.
As I'm heading to my bed to get dressed I hear a knock on my door, I sigh in irritation. Can't they just leave me alone. Before I can say anything the door opens and in walks in is Angelo. "Christian send me- Aaaaah!" He screams and covers his eyes, thank goodness I still have my towel on or else I would scream bloody murder.
"S-sorry I didn't know you were-"
"Getting changed" I interrupted.
"Y-yeah"
I sigh and roll my eyes, is this is what it's going to be like with seven boys in this place? Honestly do they not know you need to knock AND wait to come in. Talk about manners.
"Why are you here?" I asked while he still covering his eyes.
"O-0h!-Christian sent me up here to get your phone since your on punishment." He said looking everywhere else except me.
"I don't have a phone." I said, this must have been a shock to to him since he open his eyes wide like he couldn't believe what I said. I did have an iPod when I was 9 but sadly one of my foster parents decided I didn't need it and broke it. Saying I don't deserve nice things, but I guess they were right I don't deserve anything nice.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously."
"You have no phone?"
" I have no phone."
"Not even an iPad or a flip phone?"
"No, i don't have a flip phone or an iPad, I don't have any electronic devices. So if you don't mind i would like to get dressed in peace and for future reference if knock wait for an answer." I said irritated and at this point I am fed up want to go be alone already.
