Gifted

Chapter 2

For next chapter, do you think that I should do a flashback, or have drama in the orphanage? Ugh! I can't pick!

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Pain. I have experienced many different types of it and right now I am experiencing the pain of being pinched by Ms.Writman's long, shard, animal-like nails.

" Wake up, orphan." Obviously, she meant for this to hurt, but I'm glad I am rid of my horrible parents.

My first instinct is to shoot up, like I've been taught by my parents. But, I'm free of the need to rush to please others. Nobody will hurt me if I am not there when they want me to be, right?

I guess not because my arm is now bleeding from Ms.Writman's pinching and my leg is scratched because I've been dragged from the limousine.

"Hurry up." Ms.Writman is already at the door of this restaurant called Bahamas Breeze. Her nails are really hurting .me Couldn't she have just pointed to where we are sitting?

I guess it's too late now because we are already at the table where Mr.Larkson is waiting. "Ahhh finally you're here. The waiter already came to ask for drinks."

I could feel Ms.Writman's frown from a mile away. Imagine how it fell with her less than a feets distance away. " What did you order for us?"

The chairs are pulled back. " Please, sit first." I'm glad I'm not sitting next to Ms.Writman, but it's hard to sit under her stare. " Now, I ordered a pink lemonade for each of us. Is that okay?" Please, say yes!

"I'm allergic to lemons..... and I hate pink." Doesn't surprise me. Pink isn't my favorite color either. Helps me realize that I'm not the same person.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Maybe we can change our order when the waiter comes back." I can tell Mr.Larkson is trying to make this pleasant, but all he's getting is grunts in return.

"How do you feel about the weather?"

Grunt.

"Do you know what you're going to eat?"

Grunt.

" I can pay for another drink. Really, I have the money."

"Why would you pay? It's not you who took so long to wake up and walk here." Finally, response! Wait, she blames me? What is she going to do to me?

" Why don't me and Kara go to the bathroom before we eat?" Please say no, please say no, PLEASE SAY NO!!!

" That's a great idea. While you do that, I'll go see what's taking so long with the drinks." I'm doomed.

"Come on, Karah." Behind her smile, there is evil and hatred like my Mother's.

The bathroom door slams on the way in. " Look at that; you can't even walk in bathrooms right. No wonder nobody wants you!" Maybe she's right..... NO, She's not.

" S-somebody does w-want m-m-me." Why are you so stupid Karah? She's going to kills you! Actually, maybe she's going to kills herself. Are faces supposed to get this red.

" Don't you Ever talked back to me again, you b***h!" My cheek stings from impact and all my cuts from my parents reopen. But it's not done. Kick. Kick. Kick. Kick. " Do. You.Under. Stand." Unlike my parents, Ms.Writman stops without me uncouncious.

"Get up." Once again, I am just an obedient, abused, girl, lower than everyone and anyone.

"Wash, the blood of your face and if you tell anyone, I will kill you. It's not like anyone would miss you, anyway."

Now, I'm alone. Somehow, this is worse than my recent 'conversation' with Ms.Writman. Everything that has happened to me, I can't stop replaying it.

Why hasn't anyone come in the bathroom now, so I don't have to be alone, or earlier to stop Ms.Writman? I guess I better go though, because they probably wouldn't come this time either, if she comes back in here.

I look fine right? Well, fine enough for a girl who just got beat up. Hopefully Mr.Larkson won't notice.

" My goodness! What happened to your face.?" I should've know. Nothing goes right for me.

" Ummmmm. I-I ran I-I-into s-somebody." He's gullible enough to fall for that...... right?

" Oh, well the drinks came and we ordered food. I got you three Firecracker Shrimp Street Tacos." I guess he is. But, what are street tacos? I guess I'll find out and it's probably better than what I was fed, when my parents actually did feed me.

"O-okay." I don't know how I'm going to eat, though. Just breathing, or speaking hurts my chest, where Mr.Writman directed most of her hits. By the look on her face, I'd say she knows.

"Here is your food, sir." Mr.Larkson's kindness almost dissolves the tension.

"Ahhhhh, finally!" The food makes my stomach turn and not in a good way. Unlike my nose, my stomach isn't appealed by the thought of food right now. To make matters worse, My plate seems to have the most food.

" Why aren't you eating, Karah?" What do I say? I can't tell the truth, but what if he knows I'm lying!

" Oh. Ummm. I-I lost m-m-my ap-p-patite." great job, Karah. Because stuttering totaly seals the deal!

"Really?" I guess nobody is gullible, or stupid enough to believe that.'" Well, I guess we can take it to the car and you can eat once your hungry again." Why is he doing this? He knows I'm lying, but isn't punishing me, instead he's...... being nice?

Maybe this is the punishment. He is going to be nice, and then suddenly change. That's worse than, my parents, than Ms.Writman. Mr.Larkson is the worst man I've ever met. I hate him and will never be alone with him again.

"T-t-thank y-you." For nothing you horrible, vile man. I can't believe he almost got me to trust him, that he was different than everyone else I've ever met.