Authors note:
Ok, so I've been writing this for about a year or 2, so the beginning may be funky, but it should get get better. Hope you enjoy!
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"Ugh..." I groaned as my foster mom tried to squeeze a new dress on me, "fit for a proper lady" apparently.
"Oi, stop squirming Sophie!" She scolded.
Ugh. Sophie. "That's a proper lady's name." Or so mother says. That's not even close to my real name!!
"It's, VANS!!" I yelled.
"Hush, hush now, a proper lady should not raise her voice. Now, time for the bows!"
"What?! NO! NO BOWS!!" I screamed as I squirmed out of her tight grasp, and yeeted myself out the window. What? I don't like bows.
"WAIT!! SOPHIE!! COME BACK!!" She yelled as she tried to lower herself down from the window.
"CALL ME BY MY REAL NAME, AND MAYBE ILL THINK ABOUT IT!! I called from over my shoulder.
"But Sophie is your real name! Vans, is a horrible name!! Don't you want to be proper? You can have all the dolls that you want, as many pretty dresses, if you come back. Don't you want that?" She coaxed as she backed me into a corner.
I can take her! I thought, but then I hesitated. No, this isn't right.
"Fine." I snapped through gritted teeth. "But, NO MORE DRESSES OR GIRLY THINGS!"
"But, isn't that what you want Sophie?"
"NO!! I want to be myself. I want to dress in pants, play outside with the boys, and be called by my real name. Got it?"
"...NO." She said as she grabbed me and dragged me kicking and screaming back to the house.
The next day, the foster care worker came by to check on me.
"Hello Vanellophe!"
"Sir, she wishes to go by her real name, Sophie." My foster mom corrected him politely.
"Is this true child?" He asked me directly.
"No! I hate Sophie." I told him as I glared at my foster parents.
"Really?" He said as he side stared at them.
"Yeah." I said, while I put my feet on the coffee table.
"Sophie! A proper lady does not put her shoes on the table!!" Mother scolded.
"Oh proper lady my butt!!" I snapped.
"Ok, Vans, do you like it here?" The foster care worker asked.
"Umm, let me think...NO!!" I yelled, slamming my hand down for emphasis.
"Ok. What about it do you not like?" He asked.
"Well, to start off, they make me have tea parties every Tuesday, they make me wear dresses every day, they don't even call me by my real name, they don't let me play with other kids, in fact, they don't even let me outside!!" I yelled as I listed off the reasons why I hated this place.
"But dear, you could scratch your knee and then cry your little eyes out!" My foster dad put in.
"Are. You. KIDDING ME?! MAYBE I WANT TO SCRATCH UP MY KNEES ONCE IN A WHILE!! AND I NEVER CRY!!"
"Ok, Vanellophe, may I speak to you in private?" The worker asked.
"Yeah, sure."
Once we were out of earshot, he said,
"Vans, I'm so sorry, I wish we could get you out of this situation, but I can't get you out of here unless they abuse you, or neglect you in some way, and I see nothing but love for you here. Sure, they are really overprotective, but-"
"BUT WHAT? 'But they're the perfect family? But they're the only ones who would want me?' Well, maybe I'd be better on my own!" I tore from his grasp, and made a run for it. I kept running until I found myself at a cliff.
"Sophie, walk to us, slowly." Foster mom coaxed.
I could hear the ocean below me, but I knew that if I jumped, I would not fall into water. All the sudden, the ground underneath me collapsed.
Falling...then...nothing.
AHHHHH!!!
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