Prologue- Demons and Shadows

Chapter 1- Demons and Shadows

I was sitting on my honey colored desk at about 5:30 doing homework. The desk lamp was bright, but I learned to live with it. 

I was doing Science. I hated Science. I think everybody would by eighth grade. 

"God...I don't get this!" I yelled to myself and threw the pencil on the desk. 

I sighed and leaned back in my chair.  

"Relax. You will get it done. Then haul yourself down the library. That is the only meaning in your life, right?" I thought to myself 

I rushed on my Science homework and threw on my black converse. Grabbed my shoulder bag and ran out of the Foster home as fast as I could. Grabbed one of the rusted old bikes from the shed and rode off towards the library. 

It was really hot outside. The sun was blazing and everything seemed thirsty. Down to the last grain of grass. Though, I didn't mind. It is worth going through this hot day then to stay home.  

Home? Isn't home supposed to be comforting? Unlike this h*** of a foster home. I want to get out of here. I would go anywhere. Anywhere at all. The foster mom doesn't even deserve to be called "mom". All she does, is sit in her office and brag to 

her so called "friends" about all of her own children and how "nice" and "kind" she is. "Miss Anne" we are supposed to call here. Of course my miserable life has to be ruined even further from the stupid foster home.  

Her kids are just like her. Fay, Gullia, Jeanie, James, and Geramy. The only nice one is, well none of them. They are all snobbish brats. The oldest is Fay.She has the biggest attitude. Never any respect towards anyone. Whenever she saw me 

she looked at me as if I were trash. I may be shy in public, but I'm not so much at home. At home, I almost am trash. If I get in trouble, I get screamed at. I don't even understand why she has kids. She is so cruel. She doesn't have a kind heart. She is the 

most dreadful women, i have ever met. She also, never takes care of us. She just makes us do everything buy ourselves. No help. Nothing. I stood up to her once and demanded better beds, bikes, and for her to get off of her lazy butt and go mow the stupid lawn. 

I wasn't able to ride my bike or read for a whole month. She would always take away my reading privileges because I would always read. Although it makes no sense at all to take away reading. I never understood that. Though, she doesn't care about how smart we get 

so she doesn't care i guess.  

All of the bikes are rusted and look like they are about to fall apart while riding them. It happened to me twice. Miss Anne grounded me again each time. She said I "broke them" on purpose for her to get more bikes. I would still read anyway and ride one of the bikes. 

I don't care what that women says at all. If she doesn't care about us I don't care about her.  

This is all I thought about during the ride to the library. I almost crashed into the mail man and a squirrel. I was too distracted today. I could barely keep my bike straight.  

I was relieved when i got to the library. I put my bike on the bike rack and walked in. I saw a skinny woman with Grey hair and Pure blue eyes. She had glasses at the tip of her nose and was reading something on the computer. There were three people in front of the desk with a few books in their arms. 

"Good afternoon Mrs. Perry."

"Ah! Stella! How nice to see you. It's been a week. I'm guessing Mrs. Anne grounded you again." She said

"Eh... ya. She wouldn't let me leave. I don't get why she wouldn't let me work. It's work. Not a playground. You know?

"It's cuz she knows you like it here." She said