Why Me?

Chapter 1

I was a cute and innocent baby. I had this little brown bear since birth and I am going to make sure I always have it. Or at least know it is safe. Don't judge me, it's a memory. My mommy would always sing to me and daddy would tell her how tough I am going to be. I love their voices. I feel like I can still hear them in my head sometimes.

I ran to the social worker before she disappeared out of sight. She is taking me to my new family. They sounded so excited  and nervous to meet me. I was the same. I skipped holding the social workers hand. My light brown curls bouncing and my sleeves of my sweater going past my wrists. I had my light gray bunny. My little bear was hidden safely in my bag. She would be safer in there.

When I saw them they looked at me as if I was the most adorable child they've ever seen. I felt shy. I kinda backed away at first, which they thought was cuter. The woman put her arms out and I walked slowly to her. She picked me up and I smiled. She was nice. They shook hands with the social worker and off we went. In the car I got comfy.

Sadly a month later Mr. Dad , as I called him, got really sick and just collapsed on the floor. He was really pale. What scared me was that he wasn't moving. I called for him and cried when he didn't budge. Mrs. Mom was on the phone with 9-1-1, but when she came to me she realized how bad the situation was. Mrs. Mom said that he was dead. The doctors came obviously to late. I was sad. She soon started to feel ill. She was almost always moody. Then after a couple weeks of her sadness, she sent me back. I must have cried for what felt like years. I walked back to my usual bed number.

*A couple years Later*

The other girls around me saw how sad I was and asked if they could help. I just shook my head and slept. A couple of months went by and new girls came, others left. I felt like no one would want me again. I am older now. I am 13 almost 14. I got my hair cut and dyed. I straightened it like this teen that came in. She was super pretty. I am glad I got someone to look up to. She is nice and she said that I was adorable.

Well she didn't stay long. She got out quick. I guess it was because she was so pretty and older. I look a little different now. But I still act the same, shy, cute, and quiet. I learned to read and write on my own. I also learned to draw. I guess I am okay at it.. I mean I can't say I am the best.

"Daisy. You coming?" Asked my social worker. "Yes ma'am?" I asked. I wasn't paying attention. I zone out sometimes. I guess this is it. I am going to Virginia to a foster care system. I wasn't to excited, because I was use to this not to good looking place. I grabbed my backpack and put my important stuff in it: Bear, bunny, blanket, 2 changes of clothes, snacks, water bottle, notebooks, two books, and a coloring book. Yup. All that stuff fits in my big backpack. I take that thing everywhere.

*Two Weeks Later*

We are in Virginia and I was in this new building waiting for a family. Amazingly, I just got news that I am going into a foster home today. I am really nervous. The drive seemed to take forever and my tummy was a circus. When we finally pulled up I had my bag on my back and stepped out of the car. We were walking up to their house and the social worker knocked on the door. I fiddled with my hands. "Hello?" A woman asked opening the door. "I am Ms.Boone and I am Daisy's social worker." My social worker told the woman. I felt a little scared. The woman nodded and led us through the door. My social worker looked around a bit, then left giving an okay to me before leaving.

I looked at the woman and she smiled at me. She seemed a bit off. It scared me. But just as I thought that, a man came through the door with a mad look on his face. He looked at me and was confused and unhappy. "Who is that and why is she here?" He said in a scary tone. I flinched and the woman just smiled. "Dear this is our foster daughter. She just got here a few minutes ago actually." She sad happily. He looked even more mad. I backed up behind the woman and felt an urge to hide. That man is horrifying. "What did I tell you?! I said no more of your 'fostering' so why get another brat? She will be worse than the boy." He yelled at first, but quietened as he spoke. When he got quieter, I was scared the most. He had a really scary look in his eyes. I backed even more until I came to be in the hallway, peeking around a corner. Should I say something and maybe prove I am a good kid? Would that help make him less scary?

"Sir... I-I am D-Daisy." I stuttered. I shouldn't have said one word. His gaze went from the woman straight to me. It wasn't to pleasant and that was a fact. He looked like a mad man about to kill someone. I gulped and then that's when it started, I was hiccuping from being so afraid. He then just smiled evilly at me. "Well, Daisy is it? Great to know. Now don't think you are going to have it easy around here. You will have chores and plenty of things to do. You backtalk or have an attitude, you will be punished." He said and you could hear the edge in his voice as if he would kill his wife for taking in another kid.

I looked at him and nodded quickly. "Yes sir. I understand. I will behave. Promise." I said as I nodded. He seemed shocked that I actually answered him. He looked at his wife then back at me. "Take the girl to her room." With that said he left the house and the woman smiled walking down the hall and up a set of stairs. In the room was a desk, bed, chair, small couch, closet, dresser, and a nightstand with a lamp. I think this is way better than the orphanage. Hopefully that man isn't always moody. So with that said, I got settled in my bed to take a quick nap.