The Hero of the Gods

I woke up and banged my head. "Ouch." A little head peered down. ""Did ya forget you were on the bottom bunk?" it was my little brother (or should I say bother) Eric.  ugh I said I wasnt in the mood to talk ever since I ran away.

        It happened when I was ten.  things were tought at home.  mom stated to ignore me to take care of eric. I couldnt blame her, eric was a handfull.  anyway I decided that I needed to get away and find my own adventure.  I mean mom didnt care about my schoolwork or that I was dyslexic and adhd.  I already have been kicked out of 9 different schools. so I decided to escape the life I lived. I was gone for about a week when mom finally noticed I was gone.  I made it all the way to las vegas when she found me.  I was trying to make it to Hollywood because thats where mom said she met my dad and where I was born.  she said that I could never go there and things were fine in colorado.

    Anyway I heard a call from the kitchen and groaned out of bed.  mom had made breakfast for my last day in Denver.  you see, for me being a trouble child mom decide to send me to a school in new york so i can "learn my manners."

    after breakfast, I dressed in my favorite outfit. a black tee with a skull on it, black jeans, and a black cuff bracelet mom said dad left me before he disapered. 

     the plane ride was about three hours long.  I arrived at the school around noon. as I walked into the office, the noice fell silent.  maybe it was my black clothes or my black choppy hair. either way I was amused. they told me to go to the cafeteria and talk to Mr.G.

     as I  entered the cafeteria the noise died down. (the second time ina day. wow im on a roll.)  as I walked through, the crowd parted and all eyes and wispers were about me.

      I stood there nervously. "Ah, Miss Pedroza. I've been expecting you."