I'm Not Normal.

Chapter Two: Venassa and Joy.

"Ew, oh my gosh, who is that girl?" I heard a girl complain behind me. "I can hear you." I snapped at her, making her golden eyes widen. "You dare talk me like that?" She challenged, clenching her fist. Excuse me? Who did this chick think she was? "Umm, yeah." I replied, raising an eyebrow at her. I already have to live with an abusive father, there's no way in hell am I gonna have to deal with a ungrateful girl. "I hate you." She snarled, then whipped around and walked off into the hallway. My father dropped me off here yesterday, and there was a crazy amount of rude and horrible people. Most of them were girls. To be honest, I was a little scared of the orphanage, and Canna was really nice, but at night the place was like a haunted house. I groaned at went outside. It was so hard to not run, but my father would be able to track me. When I was a twelve I tried to leave, but then he put a tracker in my only pair of shoes. He knew I wouldn't leave unless I had the black converses with me, since they used to be my mother's. Canna shot me a surprised look, and I shrugged at her. Was that girl some big shot here? "Come with me..." A girl with long brown hair grabbed my hand and led me to her room. "How did you do that?" She asked, wide-eyed. "Um.. I just used my words..." I replied. "But no one can talk back to Venassa! She even scares Canna sometimes." The brown haired girl said with a worried expression on her face. "Well, she doesn't scare me. My father is WAY worse than her." I retorted, showing her my scarred wrists. "Oh... My name's Joy, what's yours?" The girl asked, looking into my green eyes. "Rillie." I said quietly. I have no clue where my stupid name even came from. "Aw, I like that name." Joy breathed, repeating my name. Seriously? Most people changed the subject when they heard my name. I just shrugged and stood up. "I'm gonna go back outside." I mumbled, leaving Joy alone in the room. It's not that I didn't like her, I just didn't want to make friends with anybody. Never again. The last time I put my trust in somebody, they used it against me. It was one of the most emotionally painful things I had ever been forced to go through. I sat down and played with my dark brown hair. People that know my family say I look like my mother, which I hate hearing. I never really met my mom, because she died when I was only two months old. Life's. Not. Fair.

"Rillie, dinner!" I heard Canna call my name. "I'm not hungry!" I called back, shuffling into a better position on the floor. I never really sat on the couch, and i'm not sure why. Canna frowned at me and I simply looked away. I never ate much anyways.

Wow. That was a lot of 'nevers' TAKE THAT JUSTIN BIEBER!

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