Insincerity

My name is Kiri Harting. I live a sullen life in Northern California. I have a family, parents, a pet, the works. I go to Horwalt High school, I'm a Sophmore there with my best friend Jen Horwalt. That's right her family owns the school, but we became friends not the way you would think. When I started my school life at Horwalt I was her charity case for her to attend to. She was the first to find out about my sad life as an abducted girl. She was the only person who treated me like a real person. Everyone else treated me like a fragile new vase, it made me feel worse inside it just reminded me of the suffering, and counceling process that I also went through. Jen understood that I just wanted get back to the life I missed out on. So she took me through everyday like it was a present. She pushed me into things that I would love in the end. She knit me together into a new person. 

If there is any confusion I want to get this straight, I was kidnapped at the age of seven. Those years come rushing back to me as I remeber the cruelty and pain I felt the day I was wisked away from my happy second grade life and into a life of lonliness and innosence shattered. I feel like an outsider after seven years of my life have dissapered into a horror story. I feel alone and helpless sometimes  in a world on my own. Until I remeber that Jen is here with me. Mary and Dan are still the parents I vaguely remember, but loving and kind nonetheless. 

As I walked up the wet steps to my house I felt uneasy as if someone was watching me. A dark shape  caught the corner of my eye. I turned swiftly around and held my ground unsure if I was safe or not. Right then and there I was glad to have learned jiu-jitsu in the few years I had gotten back of my life. I felt a rush of air as the porch light flickered on and Mary called me in. I ran in past her not saying a word until I knew I was safe in my room. I locked my door so I was sure not to be disturbed until I was ready to be bothered. I grabbed my laptop and sat on my flower printed bed sheets. As I started to message Jen a knock on the door startled me. I got up figuring it was Mary. When I opened up she rushed in breathing heavily. As she slowly started to calm down she said something inaudible. "What's wrong?" I said, Dan your, your, father he is dead.