The Journal of Michelle Freeman

Chapter 3: School

Are my parents crazy or have they just lost their minds.

School...my parents want me to go to a normal school.

The home of bullying, alcohol, drugs and crazy, horny teenagers.

Now yes, I have wondered what it would be like to go to a normal school with other teenagers and make friends.

But, I don't like people.

I don't like socializing and sluts, and the players that will probably break my heart.

Maybe I'm being irrelevant or over dramatic, but why, why now.

Everyone would have their own group of friends, and I won't even KNOW anyone.

It's now around eleven, and I'm really tired with all the events that have happened today. So, as me and Kat lay down on our separate beds looking at the ceiling, I then turn to her...

"Kat,"

"yeah,"

"Do you think we should take Rebecca and Ezra's offer,"

"To be honest," she then turns to me "I don't know."

"But have you ever wonder what it would be like to go, to normal school,"

"Of course I have,"

"Have you...ever, wanted to go, because to be honest, sometimes...I do."

She sighed "Well do you just want to talk about it tomorrow,"

"Sure," I yawn "goodnight." "Goodnight."
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"Maryana,"

"yes Jason,"

"did you give Michelle her bottle,"

I always have dreams like this. I figured this family, was my family. All I remember in my dreams is they never spoke English. Perhaps maybe they spoke in Arabic.

     "I'm off to work," Jason said, as he stood next to the front door, wearing dress pants with a dress shirt tucked in his pants. "Fine," Maryana replied,as she sat on the couch watching her two children.
I then hear wailing, I notice it's coming from me. Maryana comes up to me. "Habibi it's ok baba will come back," she assures and picks me up form the floor and then puts me in a crib in a dark room, expecting to put me to sleep. "Mama," I then hear what seems to be my older sibling, I turn and see it's a girl. "Yes," "make me food,"

At least we have something in common.

She then leaves me just how she leaves me in real life.
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My eyes flutter open and a ray of light, that have escaped it's way through the blinds, hits me. I turn form the light to face the wall instead of the window, my eyes couldn't handle the brightness.

     Last night was just another night. I have to stop thinking of them. I may not know who my family is and why they gave me up, but, in my dreams, they were so happy. We were so happy. It may look like I don't care about them, or my past doesn't effect me, but can you ever blame me for wanting to know who they are, or why they put me in the orphanage.

Was I not good enough?
Did they not love me? 

I hate thinking about them. The more I wonder of them, the more it just gets in my head.

"Rise and shine little girlies!" Dad pops in our room and cheers. All cleaned up for the day, as he brightens the room by opening the blinds and all the lights.

Oh my god.

I grab my phone form the night stand to check the time. "Its only 10-OH MY GOD ITS ONLY 10! WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP SO EARLY! Get out of my room!" I shout at him.