Found

Chapter 1

A/N: Hope this is good. Also, if you see a reference, I most likely put in there. This takes place in 2015.

tw: fighting and abuse. Dont know how bad it is. Not too bad.

Running. Running through the forest. Definately not the way I wanted to start the day.

In reality it's how I start everyday. Running away from the five people who hate me the most.

"Mia!" Jacob Dylan called out to me. He's the "leader" of the group. "Mia, come on stop running. You know we just want to hang out with you!" Jackson, Jacob's twin brother, was the little assistant to Jacob. He did whatever his brother said and even found his own ways to pick on me. Caleb, Leo, and Greyson were the other three in the little group. They were best friends with the twins and followed whatever directions were given to them.

"Mia, you know you want to hang out with us!" Jacob called out.

They were starting to catch up to me. I take a turn, leading me out of the forest and into a run down neighborhood, which is also where I live. I'm about to take a turn when I suddendly trip over a rock, roughly falling onto the uneven concrete. My head starts spinning and my vision goes blurry. I feel the heavy footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Well, looks like Mia couldn't run away from us." The guys snicker. My vision is too blurry to see who said the comment.

"Come on boys, let's have some fun."

Next thing I know I feel several feet kicking me. Somebody punches me in the cheek, while somebody kicks me in the stomach. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. Finally I hear someone sneer,

"Alright let's send her home to her foster parents."

I'm relieved when they finally leave, but now I know I need to find a way to get back to my foster home in time, or else I will add more bruises than I already have.

I was put into the foster care system after my mom died when I was 4. My dad did the best he could to support me, but when I was about six he turned to drugs and alcohol. He started to abuse me, and a few months later CPS showed up at our house. I was first put into a foster home with two other girls, one 12 years old and the other 9. They treated me pretty good, and I stayed there for about a year, but then they adopted the other two girls and decided they didn't have room for another. Didn't make sense to me but I went along with it. The second family was a recently married couple. They treated me well and I stayed there for 10 months, but then they started arguing and ended up divorcing. I was 8 when I went to the next foster home. They had 5 foster children, 2 girls and 3 boys. I was the youngest. They treated me okay, but the 3 boys treated me poorly. They forced me to give them my dinner and occasionaly hit me. Unfortunatly, this went unnoticed by everyone else and I stayed there for 2 years. The next family was okay. They fed me and took me to school, but other than that they pretty much neglected me. I only stayed there for about 9 months. Currently I live with an older man and women. They are my worst family yet. Always yelling at me, hitting me when I was even a minute late, sometimes even skipping several meals. Again, this has gone unnoticed for the past year and a half. I am currently 12 years old and I am in 7th grade, though most of the time I don't even show up to school due to my daily bullying by Jacob and his group. I live in Manhatten, which would be cool if I wasn't being bullied and abused.

A/N: Back to story

I slowly get up on my knees, my whole body aching. I slowly start to walk to my house. Fortunatley, my house is close by. As soon as I walk through the door I am greeted by angry shouts.

"Mia! Where have you been?! You should have been home an hour ago!" My foster dad shouts as he roughly slaps me.

"Sorry." I start, knowing full well that I can't say the reason I was late. "I lost track of time." I am shoved to the ground.

"How can you lose track of time?!" He yelled.

I ignore him and focus on getting myself to my room. I quickly stand up to the best of my ability and race off to my room. Once I am safe in my room I examine my injuries. I will definitely have a bruise where my dad hit me. I have several cuts all over my body, which I carefully wrap in bandages. I'm so exhausted that as soon as my head hits my pillow I'm out like a light.

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I hope that was good. Please leave comments and suggestions and please get the word out about this book. Sorry if it doesn't make since.

Anyways, hope everyone had a great Christmas/Hanakuhh/ Kwanza. I got tickets to go down to Houston to see Newsies! I am so excited!