The Phoenix

Chapter 2 - Yeah, I Almost Thought About Going Lesbian

(Scarlett's POV)

My alarm blasted in my eardrums next to me, jolting me from my sleep. It was five in the morning on a Monday, my least favorite day of the week. But today just happened to take the cake, literally, for being the most horrible day of the year.

This day is my birthday. My 17th birthday to be exact.

No one cares that it's my birthday, so why should I?

This day represents nothing but a horrible life cycle that I have endured over the past 17 years. A cycle that includes hurt, pain, regret, and sadness. It was the day a couple gave up their baby girl, putting her in the system for life, that or even abandoned her.

Sad to say, I'm that girl.

Life for me since then has been nothing but ups and downs. Ever since I was small, I have been bounced from one foster home to another, never settling in one place for too long. Although, I have been with this foster family for three years now and I would be lying if I said that I love it here. I absolutely hate it here, but it beats getting moved around every five minutes.

And my foster parents now are nothing worse than my previous ones. They don't feed me, although they supply me with a place to lay my head at night, the rest is up to me.

As many times as I have hoped and prayed for a better life, I always come up disappointed, in nobody but myself. I always hoped that one day someone would just take me away from all of this catastrophe I call my life, though it never happens. It took many years to finally understand that I am completely alone in this world and there isn't a damn thing I can do about that.

The hope faded in me but the fight to carry on did not. Beyond some strange and asinine reason, God put me on this world to do something great, but even that sometimes can sound a bit pretentious, especially for me. The pessimist.

Life doesn't always hand you lemons and in my case, never does.

Yanking the covers off, a shiver ran through my body from the cold air hitting my warm skin.

Trevor, my foster dad, must have turned the heat off halfway through the night again. As cold as Brooklyn is outside, he could just open a damn window in his room instead of making everyone else suffer.

That would be wishful thinking since he never takes others' well-being into consideration, not even his wife's let alone mine.

I trudged my way into the small bathroom, that two others, like me, shared. Completely grossed out over the dried toothpaste and dirt occupying most of the inside of it. Trying my best to ignore it, I pulled my toothbrush from the medicine cabinet along with my toothpaste.

Dressing up my brush with paste I began ridding my mouth of overnight disgust.

When I finished, I headed back to my shoe box for space I call a closet and found an outfit to wear to school. My foster sister gives me oh so much space to place my things, I honestly can't thank her enough.

Not.

Deciding on a pair of light-washed skinnies and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt, matching them with my black Converse. I was finished. Today is not one of the days I usually dress up more than this, but today just so happens to be a day not to celebrate.

I then went into the drawer of my dresser, quietly as I could. Not wanting to awaken the beast, my foster sister, Rebecca. She can be a real bitch when she doesn't get the correct amount of sleep, never mind if you wake her up from it.

She makes me pay the worst.

Considering Rebecca has always hated me for a reason I will never know. She picks on me and teases me about how skinny I am and how no family or any guy would ever want me. Part of me believes her. Meanwhile, she has a beautiful curvy body with nice boobs and an ass, swaying blonde hair that people just die over, guys especially.