Two years.
That is how long it has been since I, Sapphire Livingston- more like Sapphire Winters now- lost all memory from the age of ten to the age of fourteen, when my left me in this huge place to the age of sixteen, when I was found on a cruise ship returning from Italy.
It honestly sucks. All traces of my family died a long time ago, apparently when I was eleven my mom died of a heart attack. No one knew of my father so I couldn’t live with him. Ever since I came down that cruise ship, I started living all over the country.
We docked in Miami, over there I was adopted by the Winter household; they saw me as an angel the first time they came to the Orphanage to adopt a child. When I started living with them, they saw me as a devil.
I am extremely ADHD, on top of that I’m bipolar- says the therapist. They had enough of me so got rid of me, I was then moved to Texas. I lived in the Orphanage there, but was sent to an Orphanage in Oregon, from Oregon to Washington and from Washington I moved to California.
All of the Orphanages couldn’t handle me for some reason since I’m always at a scene of a crime, I was too much work, and they saw me as a hopeless child so they would always me elsewhere.
Now, I live in California and I go to Saint Peter’s school for the challenged. Now every day I struggle to stay in California and not cause any trouble which is seriously hard. How I am not supposed to cause trouble when it follows me everywhere, I don’t know? Though, I’m surviving; for the past week I haven’t had any trouble until today......
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What exactly do you do when you are jumped by some demon monster thing while you were taking you daily walk to school?
Do you scream then run away?
Or do you just run while screaming?
Do you try to fight?
Or do you punch the monster demon thing off, yelling at it to get the jig away from you because you know that it is some trick?
Well, let me tell you what not to do. You punch or yell at it. Why you must ask? Simple, something tell me the monster demon thing doesn’t enjoy being punch; So, I suggest that you run away screaming.
Here I am, running from this giant demon monster thing that I don’t even know why is chasing me. Ok, maybe I do; I mean I did sock its right eye with my now bruised and still tiny hand. Though what can I do? Everyone at school knows that I can fight and I have no problem defending myself, except for now.
I ran past hundreds of people, none of which noticed that there was this huge monster chasing me. They were just going on about their day that just so happened to be normal, and still no one notices a monster chasing a sixteen year old girl.
I turned my head around, looking to see if the monster was still following me and sure enough it was. The thing was freaky; it was like this huge dog. Ok now, I’m not afraid of dogs and I’m pretty sure that thing wasn’t a dog since it had three heads, was ten times my size, black and had foam running down from its mouth with terrible breath. Honestly, the owner needs to brush the things tee-
Focus! You’re being chased alive and you’re worrying about your chasers breath.
I turned my head back to the front and kept running, the monster wasn’t so far behind, thank goodness for track or else I would have been a dog bone right now. I dodged past an old couple and a business man, unfortunately the old lady fell and the business man lost his Bluetooth but that is what they get for not helping me.
