Girl meets The Inscure

The Start

I bet your guessing that this probably doesn't have anything to do with Riley Matthews, or any of her friends right? Well, you're not wrong. Hi, I'm Zoey Grayson, and I am a foster kid, and believe me being in Annie is a lot easier than it really is.

You may be wondering how I ended up in foster care? Well, my mother had given birth on the 5th of May to three wonderful children, there was me and my brothers, Ethan and Conner, my mother loved me so much because I was the only girl she had my brothers taken by social services, by the age of five my mom had given birth to twins. On my 11th birthday, I had been completely neglected and forgotten by my parents, I tried to get some kind of support and I got the first beaten from my father. It continued for a whole year before I attended Middle School, at my Elementary School I was the invisible girl, I was also very insecure about myself because of my at home living conditions.

Today is my first day at John Quincy Adams Middle School, and I arrived at the school before the one before lunch. This is going to go great! Sarcasm, I think I can't tell if I am being sarcastic or when other emotions come into play, thanks to the abuse and neglect I didn't know that I was emotionally deprived to positive feelings only the negative ones that I got from the experience of the abuse. I can see when people are happy, and when they are struggling. After talking to the principal about how I can get to school, which I now had his number on an old phone I got from my younger sister - Kallie - when she got a better smartphone, and that I would message when I wake up so he could take me round to his house to get ready there and he would take me to school. I went looking for my next class, History with Mr. Corey Matthews, yes I'm in 7th grade, so what?

Finally! I found it after I had told the principal that I wasn't able to read, he showed me a map and circled where all my classes were, so I followed the map to my class. I walked to the door to see that the class had already started.

"Hi, I'm sorry I am late." I tell myself, I was practicing what I was going to say when I knocked on the door, the class looked at me. "Hi, I'm so sorry I'm late." I quietly said as I handed the teacher my note to explain that I was new.

"Transferred?" He asked, I looked at him blankly. "Are you a transfer student?" He tried again. "I mean your note doesn't say why you've joined so late into my class." He sounded like he was getting angry at me for not responding, but I didn't understand what he was saying so I panicked because he was getting angry, and lay down on the floor waiting for the pain. "What are you doing on the floor?" He asked in a tone I didn't recognise. I slowly stood up.

"You were getting angry and upset with me for not understanding your transfer question, normally when my mom and dad get angry, I get hurt. Like a one-sided fight." I answered this question as blankly as I can and I could see from the look on everyone's faces I was so oblivious as to what I was saying. I heard a chair scrape against the floor, and turned to see a small boy wearing a shirt with fabric over the neck and another shirt on top standing he had hair similar to the singer Justin Bieber's.

"You get abused in your home by your parents?!" He exclaimed in what I'm guessing was shock and surprise. "Mr. Matthews, is she even safe to go home today?" He asked the teacher.

"Not really Farkle, but I can't stop her if she wants to go home. I will have to step out of class for a while to call someone to make sure I can do something about this. But -" he began to check my note. "Zoey, you don't have any other siblings do you? Who gets treated like you?" He asked me, gently holding my shoulders.

"I have eight other younger siblings, but they don't get into one-sided fights like me, my mom and dad do." I answered. " Also my grades for my last school go like this -" I paused taking in a deep breath. Opening my mouth to say my grades but I didn't have any. So silence left my mouth and I slapped my hands against my legs, and nodded.