I jumped off of the creaking, sagged bed that was centred in the middle of my brown, wall peeling room. Sunlight streamed through the curtains which were infested with multiple holes obviously caused by some sort of moth.
The carpet had food stains from times I'd thrown food at the councillors because it was disgusting.
I tended to not eat.
Living in a foster home was not my ideal place, especially since I had naturally purple hair, but of course nobody believed that. Purple is not a natural colour. Well for a normal human being anyway
Well maybe that's it.
Maybe I'm different.
Those words had been swimming in and out of my head for months.
What if I wasn't normal
'Thank god,' I thought, 'everybody here are merely morons compared to me, I know things, I can do things that not everyone can do. I mean, who else can lift there bed with one hand? That's not normal for a 15 year old to be able to do, is it?'
I carried on thinking about it. Do I want to be different? Can I face the real world being different?
What is my destiny?
Who are my parents and why did they leave me?
That question had never really got me until last month.
Maybe... Maybe they know.
Oh dear. If they do, it's no use to me, I don't even know who they are...
Disclaimer: Foster homes may not be like this, I'm basing this on what I think will go well in the story. And for everyone who may not have read the chapter name, this is a flash back. It may not make sense now, but it well later
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Jenna Jones
FanfictionMarvel high was a new place for Jenna Jones, daughter of Jessica Jones. Would it be a huge mistake, or one of the best things that happened to her? Join Jenna in her journey
