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Chapter Two

If I could take anything back that day, it would be saving my sister. My mother told me that people are reborn after they die.

I don't believe that.

If only she could... I thought as I strolled through my ever-growing garden. I started growing this garden in memory of my beloved family. That was six years ago, But I'm much stronger now. I've learned to live with it. I grew up in Moscow with my little sister and my mom and dad. My dad owned a company that sold car engines. The business went skyrocketing, and then we had to move to Germany.

I never liked Germany. It just wasn't the same, my school was different, kids were different, and my parents were different too. I ended up moving in with a strange family named the Lances. They had two daughters and two sons. They were all ten years old. I was sixteen so they never even paid attention to me.

They only adopted me for the money.

They never cared for me at all... It hurts to have nobody to love you anymore. It gets lonely and you think, Will I always be like this? Sad, alone, and by yourself? Nobody will ever answer that question for me.

"Hurry up Gemma! I don't have time for this!" My mother yelled. Also, they're all rude.

"I'm coming! Just shut up and be patient!" I yelled back. If she wanted to be rude, Then I'll be rude back.

"Don't you disrespect me like that young lady! You better get your butt down here right now before I slap you!"

"So what?!" I snapped. "It's not like you cared about me anyway! But you care to hit me! Bye garden!" I kissed my plants goodbye. I was very weird, I admit, but I had no one else. I scrambled up the stairs and away from my garden. I straightened my body posture so mother wouldn't yell at me. Mother struck me hard on the face. My blood jolted from the attack then cooled. Mother looked nothing like my last one. She was tall and brawny with a slightly hunched back. She had dusty blonde hair with streaks of gray which she wore in a loose bun. Her face wrinkled from all the times she frowned. She looked like she's never smiled a day in her life. I lay on the floor stunned.

"How dare you talk to me in such an insolent manner!" She fumed. "And to top it off you come up to me with disgusting dirt covered rags! It's like your mother hasn't taught you at all!"

"S-sorry ma'am..." I stammered. Looking at the ground, displaying a look of shame on my face.

I wasn't ashamed at all.

One day I was going to leave the horrible place. Once and for all. Why does she even care? She never cared about me! I brushed myself off and ran to my room. That's it.

I was leaving today.