Broken

1//Darken

*Quinn's p.o.v.*

My 3rd Foster family. Lucky me. Maybe this family won't do drugs, like the last one. Maybe I will be happy. Yeah, right. I haven't smiled since the night my parents-. No, Quinn! Don't think about it!

Darken, that's the name of this town. Perfect place for a depressed teen. Yep.

"So when are we arriving at 105 Since street," I ask the driver.

Yeah, lucky me. New town, new school, no friends. Let me make a correction. I do smile, but it's fake. At school I pretend to be happy. I'll be talkive and laugh a lot. But I will still cry every night.

Finally, we reach the house. It is two storys tall and white. It also has an attic. I already know that will be were I'm at most. Quite and alone.

I get out of the car, and see two people by the front door. The woman is about 5'5" with blond hair and blue eyes. The man beside her is about 6' with brown hair and black eyes. They seem nice enough.

I can already tell they will give up on me fast. I'm a lost cause. I will never be happy. I have taken anti-depressants, therapy, everything.

I walk to them.

"I'm Mary and this is Henry," says the lady, or Mary. I reply with a simple 'kay'. My file has already been sent to them, so they know as much about me as they need to.

I follow them inside, and they show me around. The kitchen, family room, living room, and a bathroom are on the first floor.

The kitchen has a table is the back, near the dark, wooden cabinets. All the appliances are stainless steel, including a trash can that compacts the garbage. The family room consist of a dark green carpet, plaster walls, a brown couch and recliner, and a big flat screen T.V. The living room is completely white, excluding the glass coffee table and the throw pillows on the two couches. It's way too clean for my taste.

The bathroom is average, a toilet, sink, and shower. I follow Mary upstairs.

"Your room is at the end of the hall, and the bathroom is the first left. I will be in my room. It is the first left," Mary explains, at the landing. I figure that the attic stairs are behind the other door.

I walk into my room. It has blue-green walls and a purple carpet. Happy colors, great. Note the sarcasm. I take the bags and put all my things away in the cherry wood chest of drawers. I grab my books and head for the bed, under the light blue comforter.

Hey, thanks for reading! I'm writing this book on my own. Grammer Natzis and spelling Sargent's welcome!

Don't break,

Mal