Why me?

Chapter One

   *not edited sorry for any mistakes*

A/N Sorry for not updating this sooner i've been really busy with schoolwork and volleyball, i am going to try to finish this chapter and chapter 2 this week. leave comments and let me know what you think and vote please! leave suggestions in the comments! Hope you like it!

    "Bye! We'll miss you! Make sure to write and you can visit any time you want!" 

         This is what i heard as i walked away from my last foster home, i was finally adopted. I was so excited to finally have a place to call home and be able to live a somewhat normal life. I had never met my new "family" but hey, if they chose to adopt me they had to be pretty good people, right? 

           "Come on Callie, we don't want to be late, they are waiting for you now come on lets go." Sophie said as she hurried me into the taxi. Sophie is my social worker, but i dont think of her that way she is more like a crazy cousin, that doesn't shut up. The one down side to Sophie, she loves to talk, she will talk for hours about something, whether its about a show she watched or a butterfly she saw pass by the window. 

          "Calm down, im coming." I turned and waved one last time to the family that had raised me for three years, since i was eleven, now im fourteen. 

          "Ooooo, im so excited! You are going to love them, they are the nicest people, i heard they have a dog and a cat, a pool in the backyard and live in a really nice neighborhood. And the high school by their house is huge! You will be amazed just by the sight of it." Sophie said entusiastically. 

         "I hope your right." I put my headphones in and closed my eyes for the hour and half ride to my new neighborhood. My mind would not let me sleep, i kept thinking about my new home, how i would make friends at school, what if they are one of those really strict families that don't let you do anything? What if they don't care about what i do at all? What if i'm just another thing that gets in their way? 

         A tear formed at the inner corner of my eye, and i hurried to brush it away before Sophie saw. Why am i crying? I've been through worse for sure, not having friends, or having someone care about me too much is definitely something i could handle compared to what happened before I met Sophie. So here's my story.

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           I was born on March 23, 1998, in sunny Corona California, to Jil and Jacob McCallister. I was an only child with a dog named Bruno and a cat named Chapel. Sounds like an okay life, right? 

         Wrong.

         When i turned seven my mom passed away, but i wouldnt say passed away, she was murdered by one of her ex boyfriends. From what i remember he was trying to take me, but my mom stepped in and saved my life. But in doing so, he stabbed her in the chest and she died instantly. 

               Its horrible how the people who do good things and save others from the harm of carelss people, always seem to die first. I never got over the fact that my moms' murderer was never caught and arrested. 

                 My dad seemed to "check-out" for about two months after my mom died. He didn't talk, sleep, eat, nothing. I had to force him to bathe and to eat. That was when i learned to take of myself, i've always been pretty independent. My dad finally came out of his state, he was definitely never the same as he was before. About four months after he recovered, I woke up to a gunshot that came from the bedroom upstairs. I ran to see what had happened and found my dad lying on the floor, dead, with a gun in his hand and a note on the bed. 

                 I didn't know what to do, i ran to him and started crying when i lifted up his head and saw that only the whites of his eyes were visible. I cried for almost thirty minutes before I grabbed a phone and called the police. I don't remember exactly what i said but it was something along the lines of "My dad is dead, he shot himself, and i dont know why. Please help I dont know what to do." The operator answered by saying where is your mother? Is she there? 

                Losing one parent is bad enough, but losing two parents within 6 months makes you wish you were dead. I can't blame the operator she had no idea my mom had died only six months earlier. I didn't know what else to do so i started crying again and she told me that help was on the way. 

               In the hospital my dad was pronounced dead at 4:15 a.m on Sunday August 3rd. From there one of the police officers took me to a nearby foster care center and stayed there for a while, until they found me a foster home to stay with. And thats how i got to where i am now. The family that took me in, helped me through everything, they even paid for me to see a counselor two times a week. I finally started to feel like i was at home and i felt loved. And now i'm leaving that portion of my life to start completely over. I will never forget my parents, they hold a special place in my heart, and i will never forget my foster family, they did everything in their power to protect me.

            Well thats my story. Pretty sad isn't it? But dont feel sorry for me because the chapters of my life that lay in front of me, will make living all worth while. 

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                   I woke up to Sophie shaking me awake as we were turning down a street in an extremely nice neighborhood. i didn't even remember falling asleep. Well, this is it. i thought to myself as the taxi stopped in front of a house. The moment that is going to change my life forever, i'm going to meet my new adopted family. 

                   I stepped out of the car with a smile on my face ready to greet whatever awaited me, and then i saw him, staring straight at me with dark blue eyes.