CHAPTER 1

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      AMARA


I've never had many friends, actually I've only ever had one.  Her name was Hera she was by my side for everything.  I was never alone when she was around.  She knew everything about me, what happened at home, who I was crushing on, and everything in between.   We had a friendship everyone was jealous of.  When she told me she had cancer I was crushed.  It has only been 4 months since she passed but it feels like I've been alone a lot longer than that.  After she died everything got so much worse.  I miss her so much.  

  My daydream was cut short by a kid running into me.  My bag went flying spilling all its contents all over the hall.  And of course, the douchebag that bumped into me kept walking and didn't even look back.  "Whatever" I mumbled to myself.  As I was grabbing for my last fallen book a shoe pushed it further down the hallway.

  "Sorry," said Avery, the queen bee of the school, with a giggle.  She turned and walked away with a couple of her minions following her.  

  I rolled my eyes at her retreating form.  I'm not what you would call bullied, but I'm not, not bullied. You know.   No one knows who I am.  Even though I've gone to school with them since preschool.  I kind of like it that way. It means when I leave for college on the other side of the country, I won't have to say goodbye to anyone. 

  We live in a small town called Kingsport in southern Georgia.  I got an early acceptance to UCLA in California.  And I can't wait to leave this anywhere town and start my life. To live my life how I want to and finally make myself happy.  To hopefully find friends and maybe a boyfriend.  To fall in love and live a normal life.  It's all I want for myself.  

  My "parents" don't care about where I go to school.  Or anything to do with me.  They Started fostering me 2 and a half years ago and for some reason haven't given me back to the state yet.  I don't know why, they hate me.  I used to wish they would.  But now I'm fixing to age out in a couple of months.  5 months to be exact.  I can deal with them for that long.  I have to.  

  I'm excited to get out of the house next week.  The school is taking the whole senior class to the beach for a week.  I don't like the kids I go to school with, but I'd rather be with them than my "parents".   Just 4 more days. I can last 4 more days.  

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