Purple Flames

The way everyone looked at me. The hate, anger, confusion, frustration, just made me hate them more. I don't know what I did. but all my life people have stared at me that way. I used to go to the small church in my town. Just to get away, to pray or to sit. Sunday was always a special day for me. Going to church with or without my foster parents. Listening to the lecture's and the healing. It made me feel like I belonged, gave me something to believe in. The last time I was there Pastor Johnson kicked me out. He never gave a reason, "be gone demon scum" he shouted and threw a blue rosary at me. I didn't think he meant to throw it. But the doors closed before I could say anything.

I didn't ask to be sent to Mrs. Langston's school for troubled kids. It just happened. And now I'm not to sure I'm happy it did.