Finding Clarity

This is about clarity

My name, is Tessa Reed. The day I met Clarity Adalynne, was also the day my world fell apart. I should start at the begining, before Clarity. When everything was still blurry...

My foster parent, Mrs. Zoë Quenton, was a nice lady. She was stressed, sure, she yelled a lot, yeah. But she was the only person I can remember acting as a mother to me. It was her husband that was the problem. He came around rarely, and life was hell when he did. No one knew his name, when speaking to him it was "Yes sir" , "No Sir".

I had been in five fosters homes between the ages of two and six. Mrs. Quenton took me in and gave me a real home. I had two siblings Arielle Quenton, who was their biological daughter, and Lilly Xavier, who was my foster sibling, and two years older than me.

Lilly was at the Quentons for a little over a year before I arrived at seven years old with sad eyes and ratty clothes. She was just under 9 years, and used to the household. I remember playing hide and seek with her, almost always when Mr Quenton was there. She would give me her ipod and headphones and turn my favorite song up as loud as she could, and told me to hide in her bedroom closet. I stayed very still and very quiet as instructed. Sometimes, she would find me after fifteen minutes. Others, it would be hours before the door unlocked and she pulled me out. But every time she would hug me close as she cried. I would laugh at her for being so silly, little did I know that Lilly always hid me first, then she hid from Mr. Quenton, who too often found her.

I hadnt thought Arielle was very nice, she had already moved out and was 22 years old at the time. She almost never visted us, but when she did it was near a holiday. She always said mean things to Mrs. Quenton and left her in tears. Now, I understand why.

Anyway, this story isn't about Arielle. It isn't about Lilly, or the Quentons, or even me. This, this is about Clarity.