My Christmas Angel

Hello. My name is Mary Pope. I have foster parents who are very mean to me. They got me from a church. The church pays them 1,000 a month for me. But my parents use it on themselves. The church named me Mary from the bible because they found me on Christmas. I am in love with Justin Bieber but I know that he would never like me.


1. A Bad Morning

I woke up with only a room full of nothing. All I had in my room was a raggedy tv. And a bed my foster parents got from a yard sale. My raggedy tv was on the floor.

I got out of bed and heard the sound the wooden floor makes when I stand up. I went to the bathroom and looked at the horrible hearted girl in the mirror. Mary Pope. I was looked at her Beatles shirt and hugged sized pants that had to held up after a while. I was looked at here hair that was always breaking off because of the hard pressured water.

"Mary, come down here me and your father are starving" my foster mother Raven called from the hallway.

"Coming mom," I said nervously

I walked down the stairs. I saw Raven and my foster dad James staring angrily at me.

"You little idiot" James said walking up to me and slapping me in the face.

I fell down and moved my black hair away from my face so I could make sure that I was gonna get hit again. I wanted to get up. So bad and fight back. But I would loose the fight. It would be two against nothing.

"I told you to be up by 4:00 to fix breakfast. Because when your done you could get us up and do the laundry and then go to school. But what did you do? You woke up at 6:30 and now I am late for work" James pulled me up by the hair and pushed me to the kitchen.

"You better cook that food right now or I will put you back in the attic tonight and you will not get any food" Raven said budding in.

"But dad I will miss the bus."

"I don't have a care, you better walk to school. You need the exercise with your fat, worthless self" she said thumping me in the head.

"Yes ma'am" I replied getting the eggs out of the refrigerator.

My heart wanted to slowly beat until it just stopped. My soul couldn't take this anymore. Something's got to give.

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