My bulling story.

Chapter Two- Moving Day Disaster

We landed at 3:32 pm. The planes landing wasn't smooth at all. I had to wake up the sleepy escort. I shook her lightly at first but got more content so she would wake up faster. She gasped right as she woke up and then realized where she was and who she was with. She quickly got on her feet, grabbed my bag and escorted me off the plane.

"You're here now. Your new home!" she seemed happier and awake now.

"Sorry about earlier, I got some bad sleep. We all have those nights though, right!" She was really happy and preppy now. It became annoying. She took me past security and I got my luggage. I followed her to the exit/entrance of the airport. There was a woman. She was well dressed and she was standing in front of a purple, almost black Sudan.

She walked up to me and said"As you probably already know. You're in foster care. You're going to stay at a foster house with other kids for a day or two until we can temporarily find you a family. The goal of foster care is that a host family might adopt you. Do you have any questions?" She sounded expressionless.

"Um, whats your name?" I shakily asked. "Rebecca," I nodded.

"My name is um-" She interrupted me with a rude, yet blunt "I already know your name. Now get in the car."

I didn't hesitate and got in the back seat. Rebecca exchanged a few words with the overly happy escort. Adriana said goodbye to Rebecca and then waved at me to roll my window down. "Well I'm off!" she said before I even got the window fully down.

"Oh, goodbye." I muttered silently. She looked confused for a second then asked "Wait, did I ever ask you your name?" She didn't. I didn't want to give my real name to her if she thought I was someone else. "I thought I did. You were probably half asleep." I said with a fake chuckle and smile. "Even if you didn't tell me, I still know it. It's on your ticket. I just ask because its a courtesy." she responded quickly back. I could tell that she was trying to connect with me. "Well goodbye then," she said after a short silence. "Hannah."

Hannah. That was my new name. I knew Hannah at the orphanage, but she preferred to be called Violet.

She hated anything that her parents did, which included naming her. Her mom was 17 and her dad was 22. Her mom was emancipated and lived on her own, and she met her dad. Violet didn't know much about her parents, but she did know that they didn't want to have kids. They wanted to abort, but they didn't have the money. Violet was an unwanted child in her house, her dad especially hated her. Her dad would abuse her, and her mom didn't do much about it. Violet was five when she was taken away from her parents. I felt so bad. She was five and she knew what it was like to be hated by your own parents, to know that she wasn't loved or cared for. That's must be why she's so aggressive and rebellious.

I sat in the back of the car, behind shotgun, so I could still see Rebecca. We arrived at the foster home and it didn't look too bad. Maybe even better than my old orphanage.

I walked in with Rebecca to see a desk and a woman sitting at it.

"Hello Claire," Rebecca said with what seemed like a genuine smile, "We managed to get another one." she said with a smile, but she seemed sarcastic and fake.

"Hey Rebecca, and so I see." Claire's voice was like an angels. So soft and light. "I'll take it from here." Claire said, "Follow me um, whats your name?"

I didn't know what to say. Hannah or Becky? "Um..?" I muttered, "And.. Do you not know your name? I can pull it up." '"Hannah" I said immediately. I didn't to be burden, especially since it was something as stupid as my name, but it's not my name. My name is Becky, but not anymore. I can't be Becky Tomlinson-Horan-Styles-Malik-Payne, but I guess this change is for the better.

Claire ascorted me to my room, which I had to share with a girl named Jessica. I walked into her room and I wanted to scream. All I could see was 5SOS posters, 5SOS bedsheets, 5SOS everything. This girl seemed terrible, and I had to take her down.