Here I was, years later. I'm 12 going on 13. Next month that is. I rushed to the bathroom. Those scars-hadn't I gotten rid of them? She walked over to me. "Hey, Liz?" I turned around and screamed. She started laughing. "How did I scare you?" I shrugged. I watched as feet walked next to the door. I shuffled around and went behind bathroom stall. "You stupid moron! I haven't done ANYTHING to you! Shouldn't you pay some respect?" I gasped. I had to do something! She was stuck! She was bleeding out of her gut. I was losing my best friend! I stepped out. "Let her go!" Not only for her safety, but for his safety. He was about to stab her, right in the heart. I jumped out. My strength had paid. I was saving a life here. He stepped backwards and laughed. You know those guys from the movies who jump out and save somebody's life? I was one of those woman. I was the savior for my best friend. She ducked as fast as she could. The knife stabbed the wall, leaving a few dried bark a baptism of blood. He was the guy who had been the massive murderer in our town for years. He wouldn't care a soul about letting somebody live. He grasped her by the hand and he kissed her. Smack dab on the lips. We were only 13! I had another 3 years until I could kiss. I ran out of the bathroom. This was no scene for me. I looked both ways. There was my family! Actually, we're not family. Us kids are just staying until we find a family. One to call our family. "Chop chop, kids!" She said. I watched as the door opened. A foot stepped in. That shoe, my mom wore those when I was young. Then I saw a thigh. Then a stomach. Then the face. Wait! Is that who I think it was? She had that brown hair from that YouTube thing my best friend showed me. She's way into her. She says her videos are amazing, and she truly has an amazing voice. The voice of an angel. I could see that she had bad acne. She was wearing a bright red shirt and blue jeans. The ones with that indent going down in the middle of them. It just makes them think that maybe they have a badinkadong. That private part that men have. I scratched my head. She was beautiful. She walked in. Her hair swayed. It felt magical. I gasped. Oh my gosh! I-i know her from somewhere. Is that...no. It must not be. She went away. Wait, no. I don't know. It could be. That face looked familiar. I tried to remember. She looks just like an older version of her. It was her! I jumped up and went into her arms. She laughed. "What are you doing?" My heart pumped. She didn't remember. My heart was broken. I got out of her arms and smiled. She started crying. "My little girl? Alexandra? It's you again! I remember that smile. How could I not forget?" To the cities of Kansas to the huge state of New York. I had gone everywhere with her. My mom was finally home. But how? She had me when she was only 16. Her 20 year old boyfriend had made her pregnant-with me. He won custody of me and he lived in America. My mom lived in Australia with her parents. I was with the father. Nobody said I looked like him. Not even once. My mom should have never trusted him. She let him have me for a day and it just happened. I almost died, only five years old! My dad died on the streets of America. Where I would've been born and died. On the same street! I'm the road baby. When I was young my mom told me this story all the time.
Once upon a time,
Mommy was so happy
To see her new bundle of joy
She couldn't wait longer
She had to stop on the streets
She was walking to the hospital
She thought she was pooping
It was so hard!
You popped out
And landed on the street
You were born with no arms
And there isn't a cure
So fight your way through this
As hard as you can
And don't give up
Because you are my baby
Your unique
You won't die for a long time
Fight so hard that you live your whole life
Without arms
You'll be okay
You won't die soon
It's a struggle
And at times
You just want to die
But you can't
Your immortal
I love you
So many people already love the new addition to the world
They may not have met you
But they'll love you
Your so cute
Even the kids and teenagers
From around here
Will love you
No matter what it takes
You can do this
Go to bed and wake up each morning
To still be alive
I don't want to experience
Your death
Because I've only got seventy or eighty years left
You have more than that
I don't want you to die
Before me
You'll wake up tomorrow
With a normal life
I wish no harm
But I can't promise
So you
Go to bed and wake up tomorrow
I loved it when I was younger. Than my heart was broken. My dad got me when I was 3. My mom had a few kids before that. They were stolen. My dad killed them. If he hated them, why did he keep me? They died so early in they're lives. They were worthless little souls. Wait! Omg! Lol I'm already running out of time! I have to leave! They're inteviewing, bye!
