At Night

Chapter One: My Life

Author's Notes: I won't force you to read author's notes. However this chapter will be very short because I'm just introducing Sam's life so you guys have a feel for the main character. Enjoy! (:

I am Samantha Taylor, born on July 3rd, 1998 in Rural Valley, Pennsylvania. I have grey eyes that are outlined with a dark blue and lightly speckled with green dots. I have light brown hair, shoulder length and I stand at 5'6. Slightly muscular but my body does have curves. I used to be normal. I used to have friends. I never had a real family due to an unfortunate car accident in 2001 that killed my mother, father and unborn baby brother. My foster parents made sure my life was a living hell every time I breathed. Clean this, wash that, make sure that is scrubbed white or I'll show you the belt.

Then they died, also. I can't exactly say I was devastated but I wasn't thrilled either. Even if I was whipped everyday, they were the only family I knew. I couldn't say I hated them because they took me in, fed me, clothed me and gave me an education but I didn't love them. They would beat me, embarrass me and miss use me to their advantage. Just before they passed, I had gotten my GED and was working at Wendy's. My foster mother had already given over her rights so I was patiently waiting and working for enough money to have my own apartment. Which I now have.

My apartment isn't big but I was the only one living in it so that didn't matter. Two bedrooms, one full bathroom, a dining room connected to the kitchen and a living room. I made about $700 a month and the apartment was only $575, including utilities. It was cheap but it wasn't really trashy. I am currently saving up money to get a new fridge though because the freezer is busted. That seems to be the only problem. And I need a microwave.

Oh well, I'll be fine for now. I still have the oven and food isn't hard to come by when you work at a restaurant. I suppose I'll live. Any who, I don't live in the city because I can't stand being crowded, the annoying smells and the possibility of being mugged. Now I'm not saying the city is bad -and it does have its positive sides, too- but in my preferences, I love the country life. It just seems... Cleaner to me. And I love my alone time just strolling in the woods. I'm thinking about getting a dog to go with me.