Forgotten

  Chapter 1

     I woke up to the buzzing of the dryer. I glanced at the clock, 4:23a.m. why so early... I yawn, as I stretch out my frail arms. I sit up just thinking about what might happen today. I feel good. I smelled my breath...well how you feel is different from how how you smell, and what I'm smelling is something that even a rat wouldn't want to smell. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and and trudged to the bathroom, wishing I hadn't got up. I forced my weak arms to grab my toothbrush and squirt toothpaste upon it. I brushed my teeth as slow as I could, then spat.

       I walked out of the bathroom and realized that it was too early to get dressed so I made my way downstairs to bring myself to the one thing that made me happy... The fridge. As I snooped threw it like a homeless cat, I found a week old piece of cake, leftover from Isabella's birthday.

       Isabella is my little sister I call her Izzy. She is the only thing that I have left as a memory of my family. My dad left us when I was 2, and my mom died in a plane accident when I was 3 so we don't have much memory of our family life. Ever since then we have been passed from aunts and uncles but we have never stayed at one home for more than a year because coincidentally something always happened to them. So now here we are in Foster Care.

      It may seem that almost every foster home is good, and that their are no "bad" homes, well your wrong. I hate it here, my "family" is just a big group of as*holes. I feel like Harry Potter around them. I mean seriously I am 16 for god sakes and they treat me as if I'm 4 or something. I'm not even allowed to ride in the front seat of the car, but their 10 year old son Jaeden can. Oh, and for my 16th birthday all I got as a "present" was a old notebook with pictures drawn by a 2 year old, smothering all the pages but 3. Wow what an magnificent gift!! I didn't even get a pen to write with.

       I looked down at the ground then realized I wasn't hungry anymore, so I just grabbed what was left of the juice and slurped it down. Oops that was Jaeden's, oh well I'll just blame it on the cat. I stuck the empty jug back Into the fridge and slid to the couch and plopped down.

       By now it was about 5:00a.m. so I figured I had a little bit of time to watch the Vampire Diaries until my "mom" wakes up. I'm not allowed to watch it because apparently it is too "sexual" like whatever. I pressed play, and I was instantly hypnotized by Stefen's beauty. Just as I fell in love for the 1000th time I heard "mom" waking up. I immediately shut it off and pretended that I was sleeping. She stomped in making as much noise as humanly possible, trying to wake me up. I opened my eyes to see the short, fat, women glaring at me.

       "What?" I asked her trying to sound snobby.

      "Dont sass me you little brat, why didn't you clean the kitchen?" she rudely questioned.

      "Um maybe because you never asked me too?" I angrily replied.

      "That's it you are grounded from everything!!! I won't allow you to sass me in my house missy!" she screamed at me.

       I could tell she was pissed off now, but I didn't care. "Ok fine by me, it's not like you let me do anything anyways so, no biggie." I nicely reminded her, even though she already knew.

       "F*ck you." she answered and stomped off making so much ruckus I thought the house would come tumbling down.

       She successfully ruined my day like always.

       I couldn't even stand to be on the same floor as her so I ran up to Izzy's room. I woke her up and told her what big mama did today. Big mama is what we called her. Izzy also hates her because as she says she's a "beyotch". We decided to just start getting ready for school, because there was nothing better to do.

       By the time we both got finished, it was 7:30 a.m so we decided to walk to school because we didn't want to make contact with big mama. We seceded by stating "Going to school" it pisses big mama off, and I don't even know why. I'm surprised we are still here considering how much she hates us. I sometimes lay in bed at night and go on my computer and I try to find my dad, just wondering if he'd forgotten me. Oh I forgot to tell you, I'm Beth.