Chapter One: Michael

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Ten Years Old

Jess was raised in an orphanage. Her parents have left her there since she was born. She didn't get along with the other kids so she just kept her distance from them. The kids were all playing outside except her, she sat behind a tree alone. She always wondered why her parents didn't want her, why they didn't love her. She wrap her arms around her leg, put her head down, and cries

Boy: Don't cry

She quickly looks up and sees a boy in front of her, he's about her age. He's just staring at her. She's never seen him before so maybe he's a new kid she thought

Jess: Who are you?

Boy: Michael; who are you?

Jess: I'm Jess

They stare at each other

Michael: Do you want to see something cool?

Jess: Sure...

He grabs a dead flower from the bush then covers it with both his hands while stretching his arms to her. He opens his hands and shows her the flower, it was alive and blooming. She looks at it in shock

Michael: Take it, so you're not sad anymore

She looks at him then takes the flower

Jess: Thank you

He smiles

Nun: Jess?

She quickly looks

Nun: Who are you talking to?

Jess looks at Michael then at the nun

Jess: You don't see him?

Nun: See who?

Jess looks back at him, he's smiling at her

Nun: Jess?

She looks at the nun

Jess: Nevermind

Nun: Come on

Jess gets up and walks away with her, still holding the flower

One month later

Jess and Michael became friends. They met behind the tree everytime her and the other kids went outside. She didn't care that no one could see him. She had someone to talk to, someone to make her laugh, someone that made her happy. The flower he had given her never dried up

Two years later... Twelve years old

Jess was hiding under the bed from her adopted dad. He was drunk and had beaten her adopted mom, she was next

Dad: Where are you bitch?

She covers her mouth and shakes. She hears his footsteps coming closer to the door

Psst

She turns around. Michael's right in her face

Jess *whispers* Michael?

He puts his finger on his mouth

Michael *whispers* Don't move

She nods. She's staring into his eyes. The door opens

 The door opens

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