If Mother Nature had a Daughter

Camilla Braxton

*The image above is how I picture Camilla, you are more than welcome to picture her a different way. 

"Camilla, get me a beer for me and the guys." My foster father cried out. He wasn't the worst that I have lived with. He is actually a pretty cool guy. As long as I get him a beer for him and his friends, he doesn't hit me. The other foster parents weren't so kind, plus I am kind of his favorite. Bob (my foster father) isn't your average man. He is about 6'5 and 300 pounds. He's a big dude with a big appetite. He works from 6:30 in the morning til about 4:30 in the afternoon. After he leaves work, he goes and works out for about an hour, then he he will come home around 7pm. If he has a hard day at work, or if it's a Friday, you will always find him at the bar. Again, Bob isn't a bad guy. His only flaw is his alcohol addiction, he can become pretty violent if he gets too drunk or if you don't give into his addiction. I have lived with Bob for a month now and I have learned a couple of things. His wife and three daughters died seven years ago due to a drunk driver and texting. Multiple people died in that car crash, our town threw a huge gathering funeral and everyone chipped in for the funeral cost. 

I got up from the chair in kitchen, I went to the fridge and grabbed Bob and his six friends all a beer. They muttered their thanks and I walked back to the kitchen to start studying. School is probably my least favorite place to be. Having to deal with hormonal teenagers can be pretty brutal and can last an eternity. School comes pretty easy to me, I am always making straight A's. I've never tried out for sports, I didn't want other girls to see all of my bruises from previous foster parents. And if you have never played a sport until High School, I don't see you making the team. So I have never played a single sport in my life, that being said, I have a normal build. Guys are always whispering about my body "If only she knew how to make her face look as good as her body, maybe she'd finally land a boyfriend." That's all I hear as I walk up and down the hallways. The guys here are all dumb and pigs, the girls are all slutty and mean. I had a friend but she moved 4,500 miles away from me. 

I packed up my books and headed towards the stairs to my room. I didn't think Bob or his idiot friends would need anything else, but boy was I wrong. One of them grabbed me and had a wicked smile on his face. He was wanting the fearful look I always give him, Bob and his goons had been drinking all day so I doubt they even know how to get their lazy butts off of the couch. 

"Hey pretty thing, why don't I show you a good time?" He smiled with his nasty gold tooth.

"No I truly am okay. But thanks for the offer." I yanked my arm away from him and ran up the stairs. I locked my door and fell asleep.

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She calls my name as I sleep. But the name she says is not my name. I am not Aurora yet every time I fall asleep in a sweet motherly like voice she calls out to me. Part of me wonders if she is my birth mother and I somehow remember her voice from when I was an infant. I have never seen the voice who calls for me. 

I woke up to the sound of my obnoxious alarm, I hate the stupid thing. Now I have to go to school and deal with stupid High Schoolers who think that their stupid selves are owed something by the world.  

I put on my black leather jacket, white shirt, black jeans and black combat boots. Don't worry I'm not the goth girl, I still have my hot pink finger nail polish. I alternate between hot pink and red nail polish. Growing up I saw a lot of prostitutes and they always had the craziest nail polish colors. I decided that I didn't want to look like them in whatever way I could. I always keep myself covered up and wear the classiest nail polish colors I possibly can. You learn a lot of things when you grow up on the streets, such as don't walk on the east side from 6pm - 6am. You will be grabbed, you will be raped and you might be killed. If you are a boy, you will be grabbed, you will be beat and you probably will either be killed or forced to join a gang. 

I heard the bus and ran out my front door. I am always late for the bus, but Ms. Cindy waits for me because she is cool like that. Ms. Cindy's husband died in a car accident from a drunk driver, so whenever she met me she couldn't help but take me under her wing. I wish she could adopt me or foster me if I am being honest. 

We arrived at the school and we all filed out of the bus heading into different directions. My first class period was my least favorite, English. Dr. Moralez is a kind man but he lacks something called being interesting. His lectures drone on for the hour and at the end of class we have a "pop quiz". We all know that every day we will have a quiz after the lecture so we don't know why he just doesn't put it in his syllabus. 

As expected he passed out his quiz at the end of class. They aren't hard at all, all you have to say is something that you learned during his lecture that day. We all filed out of the classroom once again and went different directions. I did this 3 more times before lunch finally hit. You might be wondering why I haven't mentioned any friends yet, the simple truth is I don't have any. I don't like making friends, the last time I made friends I was 10 years old and was ripped from the foster home after my foster parents nearly beat me to death. They believed that I didn't need friends and that I would tell my new friend about them abusing me. 

"Who do you think you are bringing that girl over here?" Maggie roared with anger.

"I-I"

"Speak up! Stop speaking like a retard." Mike roared.

They began hitting me and Kayla as hard as they could. They nearly killed us both if the neighbors hadn't heard our screams from next door.

I just don't make friends now.