Chapter 1

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July 4th, 2013

I heard screams and darted out of my bedroom. I ran down the hall to Nena's room. I flung open the door. "What happened?" I asked walking to her. She was on her bed with her knees pulled up to her face and she was sobbing.

Nena is 6 years old and new to the orphanage. She is tiny with brown hair and green doe eyes. She just came last week when her parents were killed in a car crash. She was with them at the time and she watched them die. She has been having nighmares every night.

She looked up at me and sniffled. "It keeps happening ovah and ovah again." She said with a weak voice. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Dont worry Nena its over everything will be alright." I said petting her head. She tightly wrapped her arms around me and sobbed in my shoulder.

After about 5 minutes she had calmed down. "Zaki will you sleep wit me, pwease?" She asked in her cute widdle kid voice. I nodded, "Of course Nena." She stood up and moved the covers down. I layed down and she crawled on my stomach and pulled the covers over us. I wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into my chest. I hummed her back to sleep...

"Z its time to get up." One of the workers, Anne, shook me awake. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I yawnned and looked around. Nena was silently drawing pictures in the corner. I got up and walked over to Nena and bent down next to her. Her drawings looked like scribbles. "What are you drawing?" I asked. She looked up at me with her cute eyes. "A doggie. I dont know what he's missing tho." She said. I looked at the scribbles.

Its like my mind unraveled the scribbles and made it an actual dog. It had both ears, eyes, nose, a body of course, and a tail. "What about a coller?" I asked. She Perked up. "Yush! Tank you Zaki." She said. I chuckled and patted her head and walked out of her room and down the hall to mine.

I had a headache from walking around without my glasses on. I pulled out a pair of high waist black shorts and a blue T-shirt. I threw them on my bed and walked in my bathroom. I turnned on the shower and ajusted the temperature of the water.

Once it was hot and steamy I stripped my clothes off and hopped in. I sighed and washed my hair and body. I switched the water quickly to cold and squealed and hopped out. Now that Im more awake I wrapped a towel around myself and turrned the water off. I went to my sink and brushed my teeth and blow dried my black hair.

I took my black suspenders off the towel rack and carried them back in my room with me. I got a bra and panties out of my drawer and pulled them on. I put on my shirt and pulled on my shorts. After tucking in my shirt I clipped on my suspenders and pulled on my black toms.

I sighed and put on my glasses. I walked over to my mirror and put on my blue beanie. I stood there for a minute. My jet black hair was flowing down my back to my waist. My electric blue eyes were dull and lifeless. I was 5'2 with A cup breasts. I am very skinny and pale. I hate myself. Im not pretty in any way. Then again I made myself look like this. Skinny. I was tired of being bullied for my weight so I starved myself. This isn't me. I sighed and walked downstairs for breakfast. I found myself more hungry then usual. I ate 3 waffles and 5 peices of bacon. Once I was full I grabbed my blue backpack and walked out of the building.

I walked down the street for school. Its Thursday and my birthday is in 2 days. I go to an all year long public school. I stopped at a gas station and bought a Monster energy drink. "Mmmm, so good." I said taking my first sip. I walked to the front of the school and sat down against a tree.

I sat quietly drinking my Monster. People were running around and talking to their friends. A base-ball 2 guys were throwing landed next to me. I picked it up and threw it back. "Thanks!" One yelled. I didnt know who he was though. I waved and he smiled and walked over to his friend and whispered into his ear. His friend nodded and they walked over. My heart was pounding.

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