Beginning
I grew up, thinking that I didn't have any parents. I was never told that I had parents.
I grew up in a foster home with other unfortunate kids. But they know their parents. They know what happened to them. Sure, they might hate them because they put them in a foster home, but they know who's their parents are. Sure, their parents might be drug-addicts or criminals, but would you rather live your life being teased and taunted that your parentless or that you're the reason they took off.
Maybe, my parents are drug-addicts! Maybe, they died of it! Maybe, they died in a car accident! Maybe, they're locked up in some crazy insitute or in some no-good prison.
I grew up, hating my parents, but thats because the foster homes they kept putting me in were some run-down house and the workers would rather get smokes than get food for the kids.
But as I got older, I started to think these crazy thoughts: Maybe in my past life, I was not a good person and now I'm being punished? Maybe, I did drove my own parents off!
Those thoughts made me into the person I am right now.... A no-good hoodlum (that's what the guy with the cigar plastered to his lips at the corner of the street by my school, tells me everyday, when I steal his cigar and throw into the sewers).
But it's not the bad things I do, it's mostly what I don't say. I don't talk, but when I do, I'm always "sassy".
The teachers would frown at me..... The students would ignore me...... People that I don't even know gives me a disgusted look.....
I couldn't be happier!!!
The Franklins..... That's my new family.....
But out of the house, I might seem like the kind of kid your parents would disapprove of, but in the Franklin's house, I'm the usual geeky kid that gets picked on by some so-called "Bully", but this Bully is not some high school idiot..... It's my "new" father.
If you think that what I'm telling you is just some-tragic-kid-who-wants-attention-story, than you're wrong! It's much more than that!!!!!
They're freaking Vampires!!!!!
Emily and George Franklin is some goody-two-shoes couple to everyone else, but to me, they're lunatics..... They're always thirsty for blood.... They're insane...... They're jerks!
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are the worst days in the weeks! Those days they steal blood from me! Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays are the days I recover.... Sundays, too, because they take off on Sundays to meetings or something. Where? I don't know. They just leave me in the basement....
And people ask me why I'm always so white...
If only they know....
I know what you're thinking!!! Why don't I just go to the police or scream for help? Well, let's see..... Police vs. Vampire...... Who would win?
Plus, "Uhhhh, Officer, my foster family drinks my blood" will just make them laugh. They won't believe a word I say....
Chapter 1, My Stupid Life and....... And McDonalds?!?!?!?!?
I sat on the corner of the street, where that cogar-guy usually is...
I just got off school. I'm suppose to go home to get my usual punishment.... But I just sat there, staring at my worn-out shoes. I wanted so badly to run away, but why risk it? They can find me! And if they can't, where am I to go? How am I suppose to get food? Steal? What if the police caught me? They'll bring me right back to them!
Without knowing it, my fingers touched my bite marks. Since they do it every other day, it won't heal.... Well, I never see it heal to the fullest...... It's probably scarred.
They bit me yesterday and left me bleeding in the basement..... The bite marks still throb as if it haves it's own heartbeat.....
"Miss? Are you alright?" I looked up to see a middle-aged man with wavy light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was neatly dressed and he had a wedding ring on his finger. He looked like a nice man.
"Nothing" I grumbled, trying to hold down the sobs that was trying to overcome me. I looked back down at my shoes and hugged my back pack closer to my chest.
"Are you sure, Miss? You don't look so good"
Of course, I don't look so good!
"If you're hungry, I'll get you something to eat" the man offered. I stared up at the guy. Why is he acting so nice? Usually, the people wouldn't even glance at me!
But if a person asks you if you want something to eat, even if its a total stranger, never say no.
So I nodded at him. The stinking Franklins can worry about me for a little while, right?
The man brought me to Mc Donalds and ordered me a Big Mac with Fries and a huge soda.
"You looked too skinny" he whispered as we waited for the food. "I'm Dean, by the way. What's your name?"
"Miley" I said. I didn't want to reveal my last name, for some reason.
"Oh, your Emily's and George's daughter, right?"
More like, Prisoner, but I said instead, "Foster daughter"
"You're not their real daughter? They told me that you're their actual daughter"
"Miley Franklin? Yuk" I mumbled.
"Your order is up" said the teenage boy with all the acne on his face.
"Thanks" Dean said and took the food.
McDonalds was empty. No other person in sight. We sat ourselves in a booth and started to eat.
I took a huge bite from my Big Mac, when Dean asked, "Than what's your full name?"
"Why do you need to know?" I asked while eating.
"No reason.... Just curious"
I looked at him and shrugged, mentally. Who cares if he knew my whole name? I'll have to go back in that wetched house, anyways.
"Miley Elizabeth" I muttered, taking a swig from my huge soda.
He froze. Why? How am I suppose to know? He just sat there, staring at me with distant eyes as if he was remembering something.
"Earth to Dean...... Hello?" I said, moving my hand from side-to-side afront of his face. When he didn't say anything, I said, "Alrighty than..... I guess I have to go". No movement.
I shrugged and shoved the fries in my back pack and grabbed the soda. I jumped out of the booth and started to move to the exit.
But I guess, when I moved, he snapped out of it.
"Hey!"
I turned around to see him out of the booth, staring at me as if I just appeared out of thin air.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Well, I thought after you freezing into a statue that I troubled you enough so I should go.... home" I explained. With every stinking fiber in me, I wanted him to say not to go or something.
"Oh, right.... Well, I see you around"
" 'Kay... Bye"
I went home and, of course, you know what my punishment is.... And because I was late and nearly starved them, the Franklins said that I don't deserve to be fed.... Sure, I argued, but I didn't really care..... I got fries in my back pack!!!!
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