Chapitre 2: Chapter 1
I could hear them screaming downstairs. My foster parents. I do not have any real parents because they gave me up when I was born. At least that is what I've always been told, and I do not remember anything different. So I have never questioned anyone about it.
Thought sometimes I wonder why they ever gave me up. Why did not they want me. Is there something wrong with me. were they just unable to take care of me or not financially stable.
So many questions I wish I could just ask them...just once. It does not necessarily have to be them, I just wish I could ask someone...anyone. But I know I will never get the chance. Nor, would anyone tell me even if they did know.
You ask why...well it's because I an outcast. At school, at home, in sports, at parties (not that I go to any anyway). But, in everything I do I'm an outcast.
I'm also bullied severely at school. I am the girl jocks bump into in the hallways on purpose just to knock the book out of my hands. or the cheerleaders make fun of in the bathroom while doing there makeup, when they know you are in one of the stalls.
I am broken out of my thoughts when I hear yelling coming up the stairs.
"Ansley, get down here right this second you worthless *****"
yep...that is the story of my life...constant name calling and abuse. It is not so bad once I got used to it because I am able to expect what's coming. So, it never catches me by surprise. Just as long as I cover up my bruises I will be okay because no one can find out that I am abused. If they do, then the officials will move me to another foster home that is potentially worse.
I also do not want to move again because believe it or not this is one of my favorite homes I have lived in I know I am bullied, emotionally, mentally, and physically abused...I am not completely unhappy.
I live near a big forest. I sneak out all the time at night just to hear all the amazing sounds of the night, and it is the first place I beeline too when I am finished with all my chores and I have done my schoolwork.
The forest brings me so much joy. It is like I belong there...like no where else could ever bring me the peace that, that place brings me.
Another yell comes from downstairs...crap now I am going to get hit just because I accidently started daydreaming and now she had to call my name more than once. Which by the way is a major rule that should never be broke...."sigh"....this is going hurt really bad.
Well lets go see what the witch wants.
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