Story of A Lost Girl

Part 3

The next summer was just as chaotic as some of the others, but it was also the summer I started to read fanfiction. I didn't make an account or anything yet, but it was an escape. It also was inspiration for me to continue to write. I'd picked up the coping skill at one of my mental ward visits, but I wrote fantasy. At first it was just simple stories. Nothing special.

Then I started writing more and more. My reading skills, which I had developed over years having no friends to do anything with, helped me become a better writer. My vocabulary was larger than most, and my creativity was influenced by curing my boredom for years and the theater I'd done for so long. When I was writing, I wasn't a girl who felt lost and out of control anymore. I was some fearless character, fighting against the odds to help everyone around me. I was a hero - not some loser. Not only was it an escape, but it was a way to communicate my thoughts without people hearing my deaf accent.

My mom also finally stopped being a stay at home mom. She got a job at a theater as their marketing director.

The next school year was at the same middle school.

My skills I'd developed in writing, impressed the teachers. Especially when we took a placement test. I placed above a college reading and writing level. The reading I'd done had really improved any attempt at writing I made.

Honestly, when I first met the other kids, I expected angry, temperamental delinquents. They weren't like that at all. One of them had anger issues, but was actually pretty nice as long as you didn't make them angry. The rest of them were similar to me in that they had been hurt by the world around them and adapted to survive. There was a kid whose past foster parents had been neglectful, so the boy had to shoplift to get food and anything he needed - after getting out of the home he never shook the habit. There was a girl who had been raped and stabbed her rapist afterwards in response. There were about twenty kids in the class. Despite their pasts, these kids were nicer than any kids I'd seen in public school.

The next year was similar, but the problem of where I would go grew bigger.

Then, the school requested an IEP meeting with my parents. They told them (off the books, technically) that, under no circumstances, should I ever return to public school. It didn't matter what the school district said or tried. I would be overwhelmed and have a relapse.

So, they proposed another school. A private one that had a small school body, and a Montessori program which would help me improve my math while still keeping me well versed in my writing.

By the time I finally left the first school where I'd truly been accepted, I was nearly a highschooler. Somewhere in there, I believe I made my first fanfiction account on Wattpad. I think I was thirteen.

I did well in the Montessori school, but I didn't make any friends that first year. Lots of acquaintances, yes, but no friends. I was scared of everyone still, and I had long since stopped turning my back to anyone.

This was also the year after I took up poetry and playwriting. I won second in a national playwright competition the previous, and my writing has since been published. It was the second play I ever wrote.