Stolen art

~ Chapter one ~

This isn't where I wanted to be, I didn't belong here! Not anywhere really. I was hated by everyone, maybe even by the family that adopted me. They want me to call them mom and dad as if they were my real family, they can never replace them. Their still out there I know it, their looking for me.

"Ember! Time to get up or you'll miss the bus!" I hear Linda ( aka mom) calling me. I throw off my covers and step out of bed. I go to my closet and put on an old pare of jeans and my slipknot shirt then throw my music monster hoodie on. It was my dad's hoodie my real dad's anyway. I had it the whole time when I was in the orphanage they say I was wrapped in it when I arrived. I walked down the stairs to see my "family" doing what they do every morning Linda is cleaning up while John reads at the kitchen table.

"Good morning Ember." John says in his apathetic voice, not even giving me a glance. I sit at the table where a bowl and a carton of milk and a box of Cheerios were placed on the table. He looks up from his paper at me and then looks back.

" Ember." He says like I have done something wrong. I look up at him.

" Me and your mother are planning on getting you those color changing contact would you rather have mine or your mothers eyes?" He asks like I don't have a choice.

" I don't want any." I say not giving him a second glance.

" But honey, your eyes aren't normal, They don't fit, you'll look much better with beautiful blue eyes." Linda smiled and paused

"What I'm trying to say is no one will understand." She places a hand on my back.

" Maybe she'll make better friends to." John says with out hesitation. How dare he talk about my friends like that, well friend. In reality she was the only one who would understand. She wasn't a bad person, just in John and Linda's eyes, if you have ever seen her she might look like one of those trouble makers or a junky but she was quite beautiful underneath her brick walls she created. I give him a glance. Then I get up from the table.

"I'm going to be late." I move away from the table and head for the door.

" We will finish this when you get home." he put his mug down. I ignored him and walked out the door to start another day of misery and no one will ever know.
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When I got off the bus and entered Bridgeford high school campus home of the Bridgeford pythons I looked around with caution. This is where I was always taken away and abused my my fellow class mates. I surprisingly made it in the door today, I looked behind me their was no one to be found. ( thank god) in a fast pace I walked threw the halls once I was in mrs. Mitchim's room I was safe. I looked behind me and when I looked forward their was a thud and I hit the floor. I scrambled back in fear.

"Woe woe woe! Where's the fire?" It was just mr. Perkins the music teacher. He grabbed my arm and help me up.

" nothing is broken is it?" I shake my head no, and he brushes me off.

" I'm fine." I say to asher him I'm ok.

" Is mrs. Mitchim in here? " I ask.

" Yep! And she wants to talk to you about what you're going to do for the school art show this year. I'll walk with you" He takes my shoulder, we walk in and she seems to be working on something. Mr. Perkins leaves after he is done escorting me.

"Hello?" I say hesitantly. She looks up and motions for me to come in. I walk over to her and I see what she's doing, it's a drawing of a girl drawing her own eye. Like she was unfinished. The back ground was old newspaper and she saw drawn in medium charcoal.

"She's beautiful." I say

"Thank you Ember." She looks up and smiles at me, she whipes her forehead trying to keep from geting charcoal on her face.

"Have you thought about what you wanted to do for the show?" She asks excitedly.

"No, but I'm getting ideas." I lied I haven't thought about it once.

"Ok, you know the doors always open when you need it." She takes a break and sits down I don't blame her getting ready to have a baby and all. The bell rang for first period. I went in to my seat and I pulled out what I needed paper, pencil, ectra. the class started to fill in and I can already here the whispers.

"Everyone settle down! And continue on your assignment from this week, and if you'd like to be apart of the art show please write your name down and talk to me before you leave school today." Mrs. Mitchim said as she turned the promethean bored on for the example. I continue on my colored pencil drawing and thinking what to do for the art show. But I couldn't think, all I could think about is the girl in the drawing. How she was making her self complete, come to think of it she kinda looked like me.