I'm Fine

Chapter 1

"Everything happens for a reason the good and the bad." -Unknown 

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Everything started ten years ago when I was five. I don't remember much, only the fact that my parents were abusive. If I did something wrong, you did not want to be there. By the time I was five, I had nothing but the clothes on my back, cuts, and bruises. I remember my dad was always drinking, always had a strong smell of alcohol. Yeah, yeah, I know, same old boring story, it gets better I promise. One night my dad dragged me outside, I can't exactly remember why. All I know is he dragged me into the woods. He pulled me through the woods for quite some time, then threw me to the ground, and left without saying a word.

I was scared, which I had the right to be. I was five in a dark, scary forest, with no way to get home. I don't remember much of what happened that night, just agonizing pain, cold, and then nothing. I woke up in a room the walls were white. I was on a soft bed, with grey sheets. I didn't move. I just hoped that I was finally away from my parents.  A tall man, light skin tone, auburn colored hair, in a crew cut style, cornflower blue eyes, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, came into the room I was in, after a while.

"Hello sweetheart, what is your name?" the man asked, bending down next to the bed I was on. I didn't reply, I just stared at him, scared that he was just like my father. The man, his wife, and his son took me in and cared for me. Eventually, I did, open up, I told them what happened to me when I was little. I haven't forgotten what happened, and I don't think I will ever get over it.

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"I wonder if an alien came to earth, would they eat a bowl of spaghetti with a spoon or fork?" my friend, Mac, asks pulling me out of my thoughts. No, she doesn't know what happened to me.... at least not yet.

"I don't know," I say, confused at how she came up with a question like that.

She then decides to raise her hand and ask the science teacher the same question.

"Mrs. Stone, if an alien came to earth, would they eat a bowl of spaghetti with a spoon or fork?" Mac asks.

"I don't know. It would most likely depend on if they have opposable thumbs. I mean they might just stick their head in the bowl and eat like that. I mean...." she says. I spaced out for the rest of the conversation. All I know is that it got really scientific at the end. 

 "What if they don't eat?" I ask.

"Then we will put a cake in front of them if they don't eat...we know they are either vegan or an alien. Either way, they aren't good," Mac says, shrugging.

"Aha. You're kidding me right?" I ask.

She looks at me dead in the eye and says "Nope."

Yep, that is the kind of friends I have... And if you couldn't tell we're not popular. That doesn't mean much to me though. I just need to get through school, without any distractions. I can't put any more stress on my parents... well adoptive parents. They were generous enough to provide me with a place to stay, they also took care of me, so I am going to make the best of it. I know how lucky I am, I know I probably shouldn't be here. 

BING...BING...BING

The school bell rang, signifying that school had ended.

"I'll see ya tomorrow Em!!!" Mac says while waving and walking out of the classroom. 

I begin to get up, ready to get out of the prison we call school...I am pulled back into my chair. 

"Look who we have here girls. It's Emma. Look at you, you're just as ugly and worthless as that friend of yours. What's her name again? Who cares? You should both die. It might help this world a little, I mean do we really need people like you in this world?" my enemy, Taylor Smith, says. Anger bubbles up inside me, as I tune her out. 

She'll get what she deserves... one day. 

No one says anything for a while, but I know they are planning something. I can just tell.

I feel someone grab the back of my shirt. All I feel is myself flying into desks, my back screaming at me, in pain. My head hitting the edge of a desk.

I watch as Taylor and her followers surround me.

All I feel is pain before everything goes black.