What if

Chapter one

Imagine the world without loss, sadness, name shaming, depression or hurt. It would be the perfect world.

I never did understand what life was trying to teach me when it took my only family away from me when I was two.

It's blurry but I do remember, which is kinda crazy because who remembers stuff from when they were two?

I was in the back and my dad was driving with his carefree smile on his face, his green eyes filled with happiness. My mothers mirrored his, only hers were blue.

It was like the back of the car had been shot. And then the next thing I know we're tumbling down the bank.

I was the only one who had survived.

Five years of living in the foster home in New York and finally someone took me in. Shelly. She's nice. She doesn't hover or pry. She doesn't nag. That's what I love most about her.

I've been living with her for ten years now which makes me 17.

I've always had the boring complexion. Long brown hair with green eyes. 5"1 and too skinny. Nothing compared to Shelly who has wavy blonde hair and and hour class figure.

Her new boyfriend James gives me the creeps with his piercing stare and sliver eyes. I don't think I've ever seen him smile. He looks at me like I'm something to eat. I always stay clear of him.