Dare To Dream

Chapter 5

-Adam Courie-

What!!! We can't be "buddies!" I have talk to the principal about this. I walked to the principals office. *Knock knock* The door opens.

"Yes Ms. Trea (trāe)?"

"I have an urgent question." I asked her with a panicky voice.

"Yes?"

"Why is he my buddy??" I talked really fast.

"Well we thought since you two don't talk much, you could become friends. We did it to all the kids."

"BUT WHY HIM!?" I asked yelling this time.

"Calm down Ms. Trae or I will ask you to leave. Its just for freshman year. You'll be fine." Fine? All she has to say is I'll be fine?! I will not be fine! I don't need boy drama. This is going to be the worst year ever..

~~~~After Summer Break~~~~

School starts tomorrow. Yay. I am so not excited. I've been dreading this all summer. I can't wait til the drama starts.  By the way, that was sarcasm.  Why does everything bad happen to me? I mean this isn't that bad but still. I don't need this. I don't think I've fully introduced myself. I'm Amber Trea. When I was 10, my parents died in a house fire. I was at a friends house when this happened. The last words I said to my mom was I hated her because she wouldn't let me stay the night. I cry myself to sleep every night wishing I could take it back. After they died, I had to live with my grandparents. Then they were sent to a nursing home for being unable to take care of me. After that I was sent to 17 different foster homes. The reason I went to so many was because each one hated me. They always said I was a trouble child when it was always their kids who would blame me for their crimes. At the 17th one the state had had enough of putting me into foster homes. They told me the last one is number 18 and if it doesn't work, it won't matter. They told me I was stuck there. It wasn't so bad, yeah right. Except for the part where there were three other children. And that they were all boys. They were 13, 15, and 18. All going through puberty. I hated that foster home more than any of them. The tragedy never ends. I was raped in that home. 4 times. All by the 15 year old, Chad. I hate him for what he did to me. I will never be the same. even though I am "boy crazy" I still am afraid. Very afraid. I must live on though. The sad parts haven't ended yet. After I turned 14. The 18 year old moved out and I finally got my own room. Beofre I had to share it with Chad. Even though I got some privacy I wasn't safe from Chad yet. He still harassed and made me do things I wasn't suppose to. I'm so glad I was put into the 19th foster home. I will never complain again. to the present day I am just me. Though I've had one of the worst childhoods, I always tell myself there is more to come. It reasures me that if something does happen I don't have to be surprised. It's easier that way.

"Amber. Amber honey, its time to wake up."

"Do I have to.."

"Yes!"

"Ok.." I sighed.