When I moved to the neighbor hood, I was only six years old. I was a scared, frightened little girl, that didn't know how to deal with changes, but no one knew. I lived with foster parents, I never told anyone. It was never anything to be ashamed of, but I was scared to explain what had happened to me. Not even the judge the full truth. I never trusted people easily and learned to lied at a young age. I made friends quickly. I woke one morning to hear knocking on the door. I opened it to a small red headed girl. "Hi, I'm Marisa!" She said giggly. "Hi" I answered timidly. "I live across the street! I'm seven how old are you?" She asked giving a grin. "I'm six, I turn seven in a month" I replied. "Do you want to play?" She asked. "Sure! Mommy Janet can I go out and play?" I yelled up the stairs. "Sure hun, be back by lunch time. Marisa introduced me to Kyla another girl who lived on a street down. Kyla was six to. Then and there I made my first bestfriends. It was a year later that they came up to me and hurt me "We hate you!" Marisa spat. "Yeah we don't like you at all! We wish you'd die!" Kyla said giving a mean grin. Marisa then spat on me and they walked away. I met another girl who lived on my street at school. She was shy girl but sweet. She spoke softly and was always nice to me. Her name was April. We became friends right away. We both loved the same things and joined the same groups. I remember crying in grade four because she wasn't in my class. April and I were going through our tom boy stage when met three boys over the summer Tommy, Jesse and Zac. Jesse and April began going out that only lasted for a week or so because as we all know young relationships never last long. When they broke up they hated each other and Tommy stopped hanging around with us. April began to complain that she didn't know me well enough and being my bestfriend she should. She begged and pleaded for me to tell her about me more. Her being my bestfriend, I thought I could trust her. Me and her sat up in her room and I explained what had happened to me in my life. A day later she said that she didn't like me any more, I was to weird and different. My friend of two years stopped liking me in only twenty four hours. Tommy and Zac remained my friends. Zac left with his brothers to go and record some songs. At least that’s what I thought. One night Tommy was over for dinner when someone began banging on my door. Daddy Greg went and answered it. My real mother came running down the hall to the kitchen ranting and screaming. She picked me up and I began to kick and scream. She took out a knife and held it to my throat. "My Daughter! My daughter!" She screamed repeatedly. Daddy Greg came up behind her and gabbed her arms sending me to the floor. My real mother got on good kick at me though, breaking my small arm. The night was filled with Police and men in suits. Tommy's parents came and got him. The next day when everything had calmed down Tommy came over. "My mom said I can't play with you anymore" He said to me with an emotionless face. "You can't" I said with my eyes beginning to fill with tears. "No I can't! But don't worry its okay! I don't want to play with you anyways anymore!" And with that he turn and left. Daddy Greg and Mommy Janet tried to adopt me. They wouldn't give up. Zac came back. I was so glad to see him! He asked what was going on and why Tommy had told him that it was either me or him. I told him nothing. Zac then told me that he'd never leave me. I found out fast the Zac was famous now.
