Chapter 1
Today's the day.
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Well... Today's the day. Yay! I guess.
"Are you excited, Trista?" The social worker asked.
"Yes," I faked a smile. I learned at an early age to lie and hide emotions. We were driving to my new home. My foster home. I took a deep breath as we parked next to a two story house.
Okay, mental review.
Mom: Cheyenne Preston.
Dad: Ben Preston.
Sister: Erin Preston.
Brother: Zephry Preston.
I am there first foster child. But they adopted there niece when she was two. Alison. They know almost everything about me from the paperwork. Which is kind of weird because I've never met them before. But who knows, they sound like good people.
I grabbed everything I owned from the trunk of the car. A backpack, two duffel backs, and my stuffed dog Rodger.
"Can I help you, Trista?" Anne asked.
"No, I've got it."
We walked onto the porch and Anne dang the doorbell. "It'll be okay," She said, hugging my shoulders. I nodded and smiled. When she looked away, I glanced down at my arms. Good, the cover up still had the scars hidden. No one wants to see those. I should have worn a long sleeve shirt today.
A women with brown hair and green eyes answered the door. She was tall and thin. Cheyenne. I recognized her from the pictures. I realized I had glance up at her for a second then my eyes had drifted to my shoes.
"Hello, Cheyenne," Anne said.
"Hi Anne! Oh and hello Trista! It's so nice to finally meet you!" By her voice I could tell she was smiling. "Come in, come in! Come meet our family." I nodded and followed Anne in. Biting my lip and hugging Rodger closer to my chest.
*Flash back*
"Trista, this is Rodger... He'll be here to take care of you and love you for me when I'm not here. I love you sweetie." My mom said.
"Thank you!" I squealed hugging the dog. "I love you too Mommy."
"I'll always be watching over you baby. Even though you might not be able to see me, I'll always love you, Max."
"I know, I'll always love you too. But, I know when you're not here, you'll be safe with God and angels and in heaven, right?"
She blinked a few times and nodded. She looked back down at me standing next to her hospital bed. She drew in a shaky breath, "And I'm so so very sorry, honey." She whispered.
"Why are you sorry, Mama?" I was only three at the time and didn't understand. If only I had knew what would happen in two years.
*End of flash back*
I walked into a large room connected to a kitchen. In the living room, I guess it is, at least, was a tall man with brown hair and eyes. Ben. He was was standing next to a girl who was about my age, fifteen. She had blonde curly hair and glittery green eyes. She was smiling friendly at me. She was siting on the couch with a fuzzy black dog in her lap. Erin. And next to her on the couch was a brown haired boy with blue eyes. He, too, was smiling.
"Guys, this is Trista." Cheyenne introduced me. "And Trista this is Ben, Erin, Wolfy, and Zephry."
"Hello," I said trying to look up from my shoes.
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Lose Yourself
Fiksi Remaja"When I was three, my mom died... And two years later, my dad had a bad day at work, I guess. That was the first day he hit me. Hitting turned into mental abuse. And I guess he got off on that. Because when I was ten... he started touching me."