Walk Away

Chapter 1: Foster Child

     I am Clarissa, I think. I was put in the foster system when I was a month old, when my parents found that I had
to have half of my right leg and 3/4 of my left leg removed. I am not sure what my real name is because my parents didn't tell my foster parents my name and told them that they could name me whatever. They didn't want to be able to look for me or me to look for them, which I guess is smart.
     Today is my first day of having robo legs, which is also the first day of my sophomore year. Fuuuunnnn. No. if you think that high school and being an amputee is easy, you would be, let's just say, people hate people who are different from them.
"Honey, breakfast!" Galaxy (my foster mom) likes to make me breakfast everyday when I insist she let me do it.
"Coming!"
      My room is on the 1st floor so that I don't feel like I have to rely on one of those things for old people to get down the stairs, just to go to breakfast. I call my foster parents Galaxy and Star because, when I was younger they would always do these cool designs with eggs and bacon, and my foster mother made ones with food coloring and they looked like galaxies and the same with my foster dad but with star shaped cookie-cutters. Stupid, I know, but I was three, and I was a little slow to learn words, and I called things words that they said or other things said they were.
     Galaxy made French toast, pancakes, bacon, galaxy eggs, and s'mores for breakfast. You may think that it's weird, but it's amazing. She makes the syrup herself, too.
When I rolled up they had a long box with a bright orange ribbon, they always do that since the color of the blanket I was delivered to them in was orange. I honestly expected it to have a new room decal set thing, or a roll of art paper, but it was my robo legs.