Broken

Chapter 2

*Katie 13 years later*

So now I live in an orphanage after that horrid day. They distance themselves from me, the other kids. Unlike them my parents didn't give me away, die in a car accident, or was sent to a life time in prison. No, my mother died in our home due to murder. My father, I never knew him. As a child my mother always told me he was away on business, but then one day disappeared. Weird, I know. My other family members were non-existent to me. My grandparents shunned their daughter and refused to take me along with the rest of the family. My dad's family, well let's just say that when it comes to knowing each other exist, they're as clueless as me. So, I couldn't go there, according to the authorities. So they just stuck me here with the other kids. I've been a loner no matter how hard I tried to play with the other children. They kept on moving away from me. Every step I took towards them, they took 10 steps away. They think I'm dangerous. They think I killed my mom, and she knocked me unconscious before she died. Well anyways I woke up screaming again. This was the fifth time this week. I keep remembering that day. Nut I can't seem to remember who else was in that room, the day my mom died. Oh yeah I forgot the only thing that I saw was a blur.

Well since I just started my story with my past might as well tell you some things about my present life. Also I told you I now live in an orphanage and have no family. Well none that would take me in my time of need. So I guess that means I have none in technicality. Whatever. As you probably know by now my name is Katie. Well actually it's Katherine Isabella Blake, but everyone calls me Katie or Kat. Though, the only one who ever called me Kat was my mom. I am completely average. Average height. Average brown hair. Even average body structure. I mean if god is really our creator, then why couldn't He give me some feature to help me stand out. Okay, so He did give me one, but it's not like it matters any. My one and only special feature is my eyes. I don't know what it is about them but their....just...special. They're a dull brown, obviously. What can you say, average. It's like they can see anything and everything. Well you don't really want to hear about how average I am so we'll get on with this.

I got up and dressed in plain blue jeans, which I had cut holes into, and a lime green t-shirt. Then grabbed my bag and slipped into my black converses. Heading off to the local high school. My school's name is Evergreen High. It's a small school that contains 500 students maximum. The only excitement we ever get here is when the mathletes make it to finals. Very exciting. (Note the sarcasm) Which considering that this school is made up of mainly brainiacs, we do every year. And we win. This means that I can't tell guys were I go to school. Which has been generously re-nick-named by others Ever-Geek High. I just happened to go to this school because it was the closest to the orphanage, and after the kindergarten stunt I pulled they wanted to keep a close eye on me. Or maybe 4 eyes.