I stared at my fucking homework sitting in front of me. I growled in frustration, and scribbled down some answers, then sighed and threw my pencil on the floor. I grabbed my phone, put my earphones in, and turned up my music. The song was "Remember Everything", by F.F.D.P .
I began to stand up and dance. One of my foster family members taught me to dance, so I was a pretty good dancer. I was humming to the song I left the room. I sang out and suddenly there was a pounding on my door, I stopped and answered.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Stop being so loud, like damn." My foster mother yelled.
Yes I was in a foster home. I was abandoned at age 11, I remember being told I was going to a friends house. Well thanks mom and dad. Tomorrow is my birthday and you bit***s are missing it.
I groaned and walked over to my window, I pried it open and sat on the roof. I do this whenever I'm stressed out, or something is wrong. I sat there staring straight into the woods across from the house. My foster mother, Anna, told all of us to not enter the woods. The thought of it wanted me to insist on doing it more and more. I stood up, looking for a way off the house. There was a large tree beside the house, but it was a big jump. I stepped back and slept off the roof, and I collided into the tree. I cursed in pain: Ouch! Ouch! Damn that fucking hurts like hell. I've always cursed.
I jumped down from the tree and hit the ground. I wiped my hands on my knees. I started to make my way to the woods and I started to skip. As I entered the woods I look around and plug my earphones back in and started to dance and sing. Suddenly like singing and dancing was cut off but someone coming up to me and pinned me against a tree. "Dude, what the fuck?" I stopped and saw his face, it was blue with black goo coming from the eyeholes. I stopped but not showing any fear. I threw my knee up to his chest and he stumbled backwards and took something shiny out of his black hoodie pocket... a knife.
Okay so now this was serious I still need to get away, he charged at me and I kicked him in the face he dodged me and threw his knife out. I turned to face him with something sharp pierced my stomach I looked it down there and I found a knife in my stomach. I looked at him with shock. I felt a little dribble of blood running down my chin, the guy walked up to me where I stood. "Nice dancing." He said.
I had a sudden rush and I ripped the knife out of my stomach, and pushed the guy against the tree quickly stabbing the knife into his hoodie in pinning him there. I leaned in and whispered to him, I looked back at him trying to pull the knife out of his jacket. The knife would not buldge. I heard him curse. I just continued to go home covered in blood.
I blacked out.
