Abandoned on a cold porch step with a soggy piece of notebook paper and not even a goodbye, Treasure has learned to rely on no one but herself. At 4 feet 10 inches, she's easily stepped on, pushed around, and quite honestly, neglected. Making friends is hard when you stutter. Making connections doesn't happen when you're constantly being relocated. Treasure's learned a thing or two from years in the system: it's better to be seen and not heard, never trust an unfamiliar hand and pressure makes the bleeding stop... eventually.
The chapter in Treasure's sour life comes with the title: Black Crest Home for Girls. Met with an unwelcome glare, cold words, and immediate distrust, Treasure once again prepares herself for an environment that leaves her fighting to stay alive. Filled with poisoned breakfasts, bleached hair, and reminders that her heart just isn't meant to expose itself. It won't be long before I'm moved again. It becomes a prayer, but not for long. She would soon come to learn that the town of Black Creek would change her life.
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(A/N) Holy Cannoli, this book was first written in and completed in November of 2012. 9 years later I'm still in love with this book, but cringing at the words of a teenager excited to write her first story. Major creative construction is underway, but the story will remain published as I work through it. The top of each chapter will have notes of when it was republished, so bear with me.
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Treasure Hunt (Under Creative Construction)
Hombres LoboAbandoned on a cold porch step with a soggy piece of notebook paper and not even a goodbye, Treasure has learned to rely on no one but herself. At 4 feet 10 inches, she's easily stepped on, pushed around and quite honestly, neglected. Making friends...
