Jojo walked into the dining room where there was one long oval table where each child ate
breakfast,lunch and dinner. She sat in her regular seat that she has sat in for the past 7 years.
All the kids chattering and laughing annoyed her more everyday. She nodded at the lady serving
breakfast and looked down at her plate. "HMMM STALE BREAD AND OLD MILK WITH UNSEASONED
OATMEAL, MY FAVORITE!" She said to herself. Everyday it was the same old, same old. She thought of
that memory she dreamt of every night and quickly shook it away as fast as she possibly could.
MOMMY,DADDY! ALYSSA ! WHERE ARE U?! Those words wouldn't leave her mind. Over and over these
words pierced her mind. After breakfast Jojo went up to her room.
She didn't understand why everything bad always happens to her. The day progressed as usual. Breakfast,Chores, activity,lunch,chores, classes ,chores dinner, and lights out 8:00 sharp. Even though she was 15 going on 16The next day as she was doing one of her chores. There was only one girl who was older then Jojo and she was so mean to everybody even the younger girls. Her name was Veera, she was tall and big, messy hair and bad breath. Any normal person knew not to mess with her. But Jojo was Not normal.
As Jojo hummed a song her mom used to sing to her, she scrubbed the hardwood stairs. "What are you humming Dumbo?"
" A song stupid" Jojo replied
(scoffs)
"What you'd call me?" Veera said in a deeper voice."OH so now you're Deaf! Let me help you. S. T.U. P.I.D
Veera laughed and threw a punch. This wasn't Jojo first time defending herself from Veera. So the first Instinct she had was to get down. After ducking she wasn't able to duck the next blow to the face. After a few seconds she could feel the blood on her cheek. She jumped up and gave her a blow to the stomach.
"Ugh" Veera screemed as she flew to the wall and tumbled to the floor.
Jojo gave her a blow to the head before she could even get back up. By that time a crowd of girls had circled around them, yelling, shouting and chanting.
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MaceraJojo Estrella was taken from her family and her home. At the age of 14 she was tired of the old, stinky , crumbled Orphanage across the street from the London Horcha which was a hangout spot where the orphanage leaders would go while we slept. SI...