Luck isn't in my dictionary.

Chapter One- Flashback.

It was a regular Sunday morning. My mom and I were on our way to our local park. The trip was usually quite, but it was a silence I always enjoyed.

In my hand I was holding the small basket my mom stored all our snacks in. Usually fruits and water bottles.

We weren't rich to be exact but as a single parent my mom did what she could to make sure we had what we needed. My father was a good man, but died when I was 3 months old. Mom doesn't like to go into detail about what happened.

"Here you go sweetheart." Said my mother as she passed me a bright green apple. " Here mommy let me help." As I reached to the water bottle my mother was struggling to open. She then laughed when I too struggled opening the water bottle, as I opened my mouth and twisted with my teeth. My mother's laughter was one of those sweet laughs that surrounded you with positivity.

It was then that my mother started coughing uncontrollably. Signaling me to go get help I ran as fast as my 9 year old legs could carry me until I saw a man in uniform. "Please help my mother can't breath!" I shouted as I tugged on the mans arm. I soon started running with a cop behind me. Soon after there was the sound of an ambulance, which carried my mothers lifeless body.

"Is mommy okay?" I asked the woman who had previously sat next tome, tears running down my cheeks. The woman said nothing as she pulled me into a comforting hug. Later that night the woman drove me to a large building with the words "Saint Clara's Orphanage" on the top in bold print.

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Ms. Hachner came into the room, she kept looking around until she made eye contact with me and motioned to follow her.

I did as I was instructed because I didn't want to get spanked. As I followed her into the empty room I was exactly a year ago when they gave me the news that this would be my new home. Shivers ran up and down me as I entered the familiar room.

"As you have provably observed Miss. Gomez there have been many new young girls entering our prestigious uhh... program and we are running low on space. The board and I have contacted a lovely family that will take care of you." She ended with a smile.

I just looked at her with confusion, "huh" I asked oblivious to the fact that I would be sent to a foster home.