Our Time (Plance)

Escape. Chapter 1.

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"why cant you sing like an angle" 

"you call that acting, I seen a dog act better for a treat" 

"why are you not beautiful" 

"how the hell are you our child" 

"why cant you be like your brother" 

"your a frailer to this family"

"you bring shame to our name"

"you are a disgrace to the Holts Name"

"why did we give birth to such a disappointment" 

"leave and never come back"

"sign this and never mention being a Holt" 

"we wont show mercy if you ever show your face to us again" 

My name is Pidge Gunderson but I was known as Katie Holt. My mother is a famous singer and my father is a famous actor. Every Holt has been famous in show business well everyone but me. I sound like a dying cat when I sign. I cant act to save my life and well Modelling didnt go well since I could give the beautiful vibe they needed.

My brother matt could so everything perfectly. He was the golden boy in my parents eyes.  He could sing, act and model without thinking. He was awesome and he wasn't even stuck over it. He still treated me and his friends the same as him. He was an awesome big brother, I still remember when we would sneak up to the roof to watch the stars and chat all night. 

While my brother was being this god in my parents eyes, I was seen as a disgrace. I couldn't be what they wanted me to be. I would be trained each day from early hours to late hours but I still wasn't good enough for their level of perfect. Once I turned seven they gave up on me, they made me sign a contract saying I had nothing to do with the Holts and I would never use Holt as my name again. I was taken to the orphanage during the middle of the nights with only a small backpack of the little stuff I had. I never had much since they didnt see me as important, the only stuff I had was what matt gave me over the years. 

I became my new life as Pidge, a nickname my brother gave me. I was given a corner room that hardly fit a single bed, drawls and a night stand. Since I'm small for my height I could fit and move around a little more then others.  

Since I was always alone at home or training by myself until my parents check me over. I didnt know how to talk with others or act like a normal child. I still wasn't use to not being hit when I made a mistake or got in the way. I didnt know that normal children got to play instead of training everyday and all day. I didnt know how a normal child would act. One of the ladies who looked after us told me I was smarter then I should be for my age. All I knew about myself was that I was strange and a freak for being too smart already. 

Like normal I found out what bullies are like since a group of children in the Orphanage enjoy pushing me over, punching me, stealing my shoes, insulting me and just bullying me. I didnt bother to tell on them since I knew it was pointless, the workers would see them doing it but just look away. After two weeks of living in the Orphanage I found a way to sneak out the front garden and ran to the pond down the road.