Memory Burns

Trish's house catches on fire, causing both of her parents' deaths. Only she knows that she was the cause of that fire. She goes to live in an orphanage in the hopes of being adopted, but something weighs on her mind. Somebody who had threatened her had intentionally killed her parents, and now they want to kill her. She goes from foster home to foster home, trying to adjust to the life she now has and let go of the ones she lost.

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7. Chapter 7- Bitter Feelings

 

Kab left 2 days later. We all cried ourselves to sleep. She meant so much to us. Kab's look was one of horror as she stared at the home that was vanishing in front of her eyes. As the shiny car she rode drove farther down the gravel road, I saw a tear leak out of her eye. She swung violently away from the windshield, as if the impact from a massive pothole in the road knocked her down.

2 weeks have passed since Kab was taken away. I got one letter in the mail, and then nothing. The contents scared me, though.

Dear Trish Burns,

My life has gone by in a blur, and I have come to be thankful for the life I used to have. My new parents, or well, that's what they think they are, anyways, have a little toddler named Karma. She is a real brat. I can't believe that I used to think my past life was bad. I'd rather have Patty than have Mr. Adams. He's horrible! I'm not allowed seconds at dinner and I have to go to bed at 7:00! At school, yes, I have summer school, everybody treats me like a freak because I am a 'foster kid'.

Kab, the sideshow freak

The tears I cried when I saw that letter. She was having a hard time adjusting. I hoped that her family understood her for who she was, but it didn't sound like it. What scared me the most, though, were that there were splotches of water on the letter before I opened it. She was crying, and she never cries! Maybe this was what she was worried about before she left.

I hoist myself off of my bunk, shoving the letter into the crack in the wall. I keep my special belongings there, so random girls who go through my stuff when I'm not there won't find them. It's rather convenient. Ever since Kab moved away, I have had a whole bunk to myself.

"Trish! Good news!" Shelb runs into the room with a smile.

"What is it?" I grumble, patting down the covers behind me. I am so used to living here it's sickening. A month here and I feel like I have lived here all of my life. Since I never think about anything in the past, I am starting to forget what happened.

"Mitt's holding a party!" Shelb grins. Don't Wear your best clothes, because we are going swimming!"

"When?" I ask, pulling out of my bag a post it note and a pen.

"Tonight, at 11. Nikki, me, Mitt, you, and a couple of other girls will be there."

"I'm actually kind of surprised. Mitt doesn't seem like the social type," I say, trying to speak politely.

"Tell me about it. But It's just because she doesn't want people to hate her. If they found out anything about her, they would dislike her," Shelb stares at the ground, scuffing the dust with her sneakers.

"Speaking of that, Mitt was never adopted out in her entire life. What's with that?" I am curious now, and my eyes scan the files I snagged on some of the other people who live here.

Kelly Anders, Shelb Macknro, Nikki Westman, Natasha Mick... no Mitt.

"What's her last name?" I ask her.

"It's Lundenburg." she mumbles, staring at her polished nails.

"That name sounds familiar..." I dismiss it with a shrug of my shoulders and tape the post it note to the side of my bunk. Shelb exhales and dismisses herself with a slam of the mosquito netted door.

3 days ago, somebody broke the old door, so we got the newest technology. I also purchased a mirror to hang next to my bunk. My looks have changed alot in the past month.

My hair has grown out to my elbows, and my nose is dirty. We are allowed only weekly showers. My brown eyes are sunken, and shadows crease my eyelids. I have lost some weight, beause we don't get much to eat, it looks unnatural, like i'm anorexic. My metabolism is very high, so I have always been very skinny for my age, and very short. I have actually grown at least 2 inches though. I haven't seen myself in a month, and I feel like I am looking at a different person. A weight presses in on my stomach.

My life has changed so much. Why can't it just go back to normal? My lower lip quivers, but I press my chapped lips together and blink the tears out of my eyes. No crying.

I check my brand new watch. 5:00. I decide to get to the dining hall early so I won't have to deal with the crowd. I pull my hair up into a messy bun and throw on my favorite black hoody. I walk with my head down, as I calculate my chances of meeting Kab again. Zero.

When I walk down the dirt path to the dining hall, people steer away from me. Ever since Kab left, everybody has been scared of me. It's rather sad. A kid begins to walk next to me.

"Sorry 'bout Kab. I know she was your best friend and all..." the kid trails off after he sees my look.

"Y'think sorry's going to cut it?! Why don't you switch lives with me? Did you kill your parents, no. Didn't think so." The kid shakes his head, looking amused, "You got a problem?!"

"You just assume you're the only one having a a hard time, don't you? Well snap out of it, brat. You aren't the only one in the world." the kid walks away with stiff shoulders and clenched fists.

I stare at him, gaping. I am not being selfish. I look back over the past couple of weeks. I have been moody. I have been selfish! I have acted like nobody else was affected by Kab's going away! Everybody was affected, of course! She was the nicest one here, after all.

"I'll make up for it," I say to myself, smiling. I wave to some kids gossiping next to me and they give me dirty looks. I sigh to myself. I'm no Kab, after all...

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