Unexpected.

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Running. That's what I am doing, I'm running. The reason why I'm running is a little hazy, I can smell pine and the smell of wood burning.

I can see lots of grass and trees and to my left is a waterfall that I will appreciate once I'm done running. I can distinctly hear running behind me, then I get the idea why I am running, someone is after me and I don't know why, I'm running extremely faster then usual and my senses are on high alert.

I don't know what's going on, whose chasing me, or why I'm running.

Then lucky me and in such a cliché move, I trip and fall to the ground. that's great, I can feel the beating of my heart as every thing goes in slow motion.

I hear the footsteps coming closer and then I jumped up and spun around, waiting for the right moment... any second... NOW. I spun as soon as I felt him get closer kicked him midspin, I feel him fall before I see him, I haven't seen his face yet and I don't care all I want to do is run away while is on the ground gasping for air. and that's what I did.
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Then I woke up. Sweating and gasping. Goosebumps all along my skin.

I have been having the same kinds of dreams for two weeks now. Im always running from ssomeone this dream was different though. I fought but I still never saw a face. It's pointless right? I shouldnt be worrying about it so much but I can't help but think there is something more.
I tried sleeping again after that nightmare but it was no use, I kept trying to figure out who the face belonged to.

My foster mum and dad hate me. well that's how it seems anyway, all I hear from them is 'Claire get out of my face' when I'm sitting in the same room as them, or 'make sure the whole house is shiny and clean, don't forget the back yard you good for nothing lazy shit. your such a disappointment'
That should hurt any normal teenage girl right? Well I have lived with these idiots since I was seven, before that I lived with a lovely family who apparently weren't so lovely and all there wealth was from smuggling and dealing drugs... so that was great...
The only reason they became my foster parents was because of all the money that came with me. That my real parents left with me outside the foster home, I never really knew what happened to them. no one knew and if they did I wasn't told. I just assumed that I was such a disappointment that they put me in a foster home, or they died.

But my new foster parents were Margaret and John, such... Loving... Caring... supportive... oh sorry I got sidetracked with all the absolute utter bullshit I was about to say. Never mind. so I'm used to Margaret and John because they wanted to adopt a boy to bring up the business selling cars and bring in money, but I, the disappointment, was not a boy and was shoved into their lives, and as I'm a girl I have to cook and clean and as they are old they get to sit back and abuse me verbally. I have a few weeks until I'm 18 and get to leave.

So if you haven't figured out, my name is Claire. Clare Andrea Beaumonte. I live in Liverpool Australia, I'm 17 and turning 18 in two weeks, my hair is dark and shiny and black, my eyes are green and I'm really 'skinny', I was once really obese and really self conscious of my weight, I'm not talking a little chubby with a lot of rolls, I was literally fat. I weighed 187.6 kilos, I used to get bullied by the other students. well I still get bullied but not because I'm fat, I'm a little chubby, well my two friends think I delusional but I'm chubby I know it. Megan and June, they are my two friends, I get bullied still, I just don't know why, I think it's because I'm ugly...

Margaret was embarrassed of me so she made me exercise every morning for two hours before school, I wasn't given breakfast, I drank lots of water, I got an apple and sometimes a yoghurt for lunch if I was lucky, then I would go for a two hour run after school and do cardio and other exercises for two more hours, only then would I be lucky if for dinner I got little portions of what Margaret and John would get. Now after 8 months of that I am apparently underweight and I still feel I'm not skinny enough. I weigh 42.3 kilos.

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---A/N
I thought I should write something explaining my character and why she's so insecure and anti-social and I was going to write more but I thought I wrote to much as it was so... Enjoy
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