Here is two words I would use to describe my life, abused and abandoned. Where is my place of happiness you wonder? A hill. Yes, I run to a hill. A stupid lump in the land? Yes, I find comfort in a lump in the land. It's the same thing over and over agin. I screw up, I get abused by my all-loving father and I run. I run to the forest that is near our ranch I live on. Well that is the only place that seems normal. When my life is going bad, I do what any one else would, I go to the place that I love. My safe haven is a hill. Yours may be different, like your room or a park, but I am different. I have been different my whole life. Never have I been the same as everyone around me. Never.
I am on the hill now, sitting and thinking of what will happen next. I am sitting very still, waiting. Waiting for what? For it to work. I want to know if the letter is telling the truth or if it is just another dream wasted.
I think back to when I got the letter. It was a day just like every other day.
