CHAPTER 1

I was walking down brockswood avenue when THEY took me. I wasnt allowed to go down brockswood avenue mum said I couldnt. Which was exactly the reason I went down it. I didnt like doing what mum said. In fact I didnt like doing what anyone said.

And if that isnt enough we had had a arguement that morning before school. It was about something stupid but it was important to me then and now I relise that mum did what she did to protect me.

But I couldnt see it I thought she was being selfish and that she wanted me to feel more different then I already felt. I have always felt different.

Every since the accidentl.

When I was five in reception I drew this amazing picture of a bird. Well I think it was a bird since thats what I told everyone it was.

Anyway then snotty nosed John Davis came and ruined it. He ruined my perfect picture. Unlike most people in reception and the cry babies in year nine that belong in reception would have I didnt cry. I never ever cried.

No instead of being sad I felt angry. And when I say angry I mean ANGRY as in boiling rage. I barely had enough control to stop me punching him.

I was a clever little girl and decided I would make a plan on how to get back at him. I thought hard on what I could do to him. Horrible things crossed my mind and even though its been nine years since I thought them I still shudder at just the mention of one of them.

Then suddenly I heard voices. They sounded like the children but their lips werent moving how odd I thought. Maybe I was crazy just like dad was before he killed himself.

I heard a voice over the rest of the kids. John Davis saying that he was glad that the teacher hadnt seen him ruin my picture.

Stupid coward! I thought as I imagined how I could ruin his painting. I then started thinking about other things I could ruin like his life.

How could I hurt him. The chair! I thought but someone would see me throw it. And then it happened.....

Chapter 2

The chair magically hit him on the hit and he was knocked out cold. Huh I was both proud and confused with what I had done.

Anyway enough on John Davis so there I was walking down brockspark avenue aand I then had a pricking sensation on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the cold.

I could feel someone behind watching my every moment to see if I knew they were there. Without thinking I broke into a run and scared to death I spinted forwards.

"Wait!" the figure behind me yelled. Ha wait yea fat chance mate I thought while continuing the run although I tired and it felt like I was on the verge of passing out.

"Wait" the figure continued to call as I continued to run as he or I guessed was a he got closer and closer to me.

I could tell he was getting closer as I could here his voice louder. I almost ran past an alleyway but stopped just in time to turn into it.

Haha sucker I thought as I rounded the corner of the alleyway. Suddenly a set of grubbing hands grabbed me.

I looked up at the owner of the hands a big military man with a scar across his left eye. I went to scream but before I could he put one of his hands over my mouth.

I stuggled and stuggled until I saw him grab a needle in his bag it was then I totally freaked. I hate needles always have always will.

I sat frozen in place trying to break the hold the needle was having on me. "Dont worry this wont hurt a bit" he chuckled as he stuck the needle in my arm.

I managed to stick my tongue out just before faded into blackness......

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.06.2011

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