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Forgotten

Chapter 1 Part 1

This chapter is dedicated to liz1234 and TeamEdward92 for helping me make my book cover. It really helped me a ton and the covers is sick! thanx.

Well here goes chapter 1 of Forgotten the second rewrite. I'm so sorry to my fans that liked the first one but it just was flowing like this story is. Hope you like it Fan, Comment, Vote etc.

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I turned and looked at the clock on my nightstand.

11:59.

Great. I'm only seconds away from my eighteenth birthday and I'm alone. My parents are gone off on some spiritual enlightenment trip. My boyfriend Kyle, my friends, not even my cousin Alli were answering their phones, and to top it off I was having THE WORSE cramps of my life. Ha. What a way to bring in your eighteenth birthday...

"51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 12:00. Happy Birthday Lea," I mumbled sadly.

I rolled over and let the tears freely fall while I reached for my cell. I tapped the screen so I could see that I still had NO birthday anything. The sadness of it all was hitting me hard, when it was their birthdays I made sure I was one of the first to say happy birthday. By phone, Facebook, or even Twitter. Oh shoot. Maybe they sent me happy birthdays online. First, I checked my Facebook account. Nothing there but whose having a party and whose going and little stupid random post. Next was Twitter. Kyle was talking about going to some party. What a d*ck! He knew it was my birthday! He said he was going to come over and take care of me...

My sadness turned to rage. How could none of my friends or family call me for my birthday?? I let out an angry scream/howl. I couldn't tell you which one it was because it sounded like it was both. I started throwing things around my room. I didn't care if I broke anything that wasn't electronic. My phone was the first thing to be thrown because it was in my hand, and I made sure that I softly tossed it onto my California King mattress. Glasses, ornaments, wooden chairs and basically anything else I could get my hands on ended up in a broken mess. There was a mixture of little pieces of glass, sharp ceramic bits, sharp looking wooden shards and blood on the floor. My blood. I had to have cut myself while throwing my little fit. But as I looked around my room I saw that there was nothing little about what I had just done to my room. My 50" flat screen plasma Philips was cracked and hanging halfway off the wall. There were tons of dents and holes in my walls from things I threw, and by the way my hand was hurting I probably punched a few holes in them myself. The door to my terrace was cracked, which was letting in the cool midnight breeze. The wind was blowing hard that night. Sitting down staring at my room, I cried, it was a mess.

"Miss Le'Ann," she gasped. "What happened to your room?"

I looked up startled, relaxing when I saw that it was only Vanessa. Our housemaid and the mother figure I never had.

"Oh Vanessa," I sighed, "it's only you," I sniffled.

"Yes it's me. What happened to your room," she asked me in her thick stern accent.

Vanessa was Latina. Where she came from, I don't know. My parents never offered the information and I knew asked them or her. She never really seemed like she wanted to talk about it, so I never pushed although I really wanted to know. I loved Vanessa. When people asked me about my parents, I would always describe Vanessa instead of my real mother. It should really be against the law to call either one of my parents ,parents. At some of the most darkest times in my life Vanessa played mother and father. School plays, recitals, school games, competitions Vanessa was always there, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.