Broken life chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Paris Rose POV
                          
2 years have past.
                          
Nobody came, broken memories and nightmares take over the night.
                          
I can't sleep, but if I do  memories play in my head and every time I look at the persons face. I can't see it, and then the nightmares begin.
                          
2 years ago
                          
I hate it here, I just want to be adopted, but I'll never will.
                          
Nobody wants a 14 year old girl.
                          
At the moment I'm drying the dishes, Harley is washing.
                          
She hands me a plate, but it was too slippery and I dropped. It shattered on the floor.
                          
Harley looks at me in pure horror, a loud thump is heard, Mr Folkman walks in. His hair is beginning to grey, he always has a deep frown on his face.
                          
He looks around the room and sees the smashed plate on the ground, and then he looks at me.
                          
I look at Harley and she is looking away, he walks right up to be.
                          
"Why did you drop it girl?" He yelled
                          
"I-I am So-rry," I stuttered
                          
He raises his hand and slaps me, my face stings and tears want to run down my face.
                          
He then picks up a piece of the broken plate and grabs my arm, I try and get out of his grip. But he holds   Hard and I can already feel the bruise form. He presses the piece on my arm.
                          
"This should teach you to never do that again."
                          
 I call him to stop. I feel the pain running up my arm.
                          
.......
                          
Present time
                          
School is finally going to end in 5 minutes, I try and stop watching the clock.
                          
But Miss Woodlight's class is too boring, or I just don't like the subject English.
                          
"Now remember class do your English homework tonight, and I'm mainly talking to Jeff."
                          
A few kids laugh, Jeff is the biggest jerk out there, "Miss I'm hurt." He holds a hand on his heart.
                          
Briggg 
                          
The bell rang, everyone started grabbing their things, I rush out the door, walking through the maze of teens. Argh high school sucks. I quickly walk to my locker, I put the code and open it. All of a sudden the locker door is slammed, I jump back in fright. I look up and see Elle Reed, miss Popular with blond hair and tiny clothes that don't fit her. she is one of my main bullies. Behind her are her millions Kelly W. and Joy Rush.
                          
"Argh," she says in disgust, "Really you are still here, I'm still waiting for you to kill yourself!"
                          
The girls behind her laugh their evil laughs, "Yeah you ugly thing, go and be dead already," Joy says. When someone has the name of Joy you would think they would be nice, but no.
                          
"You know," Kelly started, " You might want to check your weigh, you are just getting very, umm what's the right word."She taps her chin.
                          
"Ugly" Joy offers
                          
"Worthless" Elle jumps in
                          
"No more like FAT," they all start laughing like the witches they are. Then they start walking away.
                          
I look at my body, yeah maybe they are right I'll just won't eat tonight.
                          
I quickly shove my books in and leave. I put my headphones in, music blasting. As busy NYC is busy in there on way. I start walking towards the Garage, it's called Nick' Garage. It's where they fix people's cars, if you were wondering. I work there, I know right a 16 year old working and getting very dirty. I don't care, I like getting my hands dirty, it's like I'm doing something I did in the past. I was hired randomly, last year I was walking past here on the way back to the orphanage. When I saw this guy looking inside a car bonnet he was wearing grease stained overalls, and frowning, rubbing the back of his head.
                          
I walk up and I look into it. Right way I see the problem.
                          
How can I know the problem, I wondered
                          
"The serpentine belt," I state 
                          
How did I even know the name, was my family in the car business?
                          
he looks up at me in surprise, and then looks and I was right. It turns out I'm pretty good at fixing and finding the problem to cars. After that I went there everyday after school until the Garage closes. It also helps me not to have my mind on my missing memories, and going back to hell. 
                          
" Hey Nick," I walk up to him.
                          
"Hello kiddo," he says with a smile on his face.
                          
"What am I doing today," I asked. He walks me to a car and I smile a big smile
                          
I worked until 5:30 and then I went back to hell.
                          
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So how are you finding it?
                          
If there is spelling mistakes sorry, but be free to point them out!
                          
Suzy