Not so number one

Hi my name is Hannah and I get bullied, a lot. I'm still trying to understand why. I mean, I think I treat people right, and never bullied anyone else. Yet Harry and his friends seem to think it's cute or funny or what ever to bully me. I want them to stop hurting me. I want them to stop calling me names. I want them to stop embarrassing me. But mostly... I want them to stop avoiding an answer.


8. Chapter seven

Hannah's POV

....I walked right out of the house and went to wait in Alex's car. 'Well that was just wonderful.' I thought.

At that point I was so pissed off, I didn't really care if she gave me away. She never treated me right in the first place, I always seemed to be a slave in her eyes. Doing things for constantly to make her satisfied, and what does she do?! She treats me like crap is what she does! Not to mention she never took any interest in my life. Never once asked 'How was school?' or 'Are you ok?' or 'How are your grades in school right now?'. She never treated me like a daughter, but yet, she was one on the nicest foster mothers I had.

That's why I'm so pissed off right now, that's why I'm in a bad mood. No, not because she treated me better than most of the other foster moms, because she gave me up just like that! I make one little mistake and she gets ride of me. I'll add that to the list of 'reasons' why people got ride of me. 'Wasn't a good slave.' Ya, great reason to get ride of me. And she probably won't be able to find anyone else to do all her crap for free, so if she doesn't want to do them herself, she'll need to hire someone. Well that was a bad move on her part.

I was deep in thought when Alex came out of the house with not such a great look on her face. She opened the door, got in, and slammed the door shut with frustration, and a lot of force.  She looked at me with a look that said 'You are really pushing it, so don't try anything else.' I looked back with a look that hopefully said that I wasn't going too try not to. 'But I make no promises.' I thought.

She turned on the car and backed out of the drive way. As she drove down the rode the car was silent, very silent. I wasn't going to try to make conversation with her because I knew she was mad at me. Anything I said probably would have made it worse.  So I just sat there, thinking. Thinking of what the next house I was going to live in, was going to be like. I hope they're nice, I hope they're really nice. Nicer than Santana and Samantha. Yes they were nicer than other families I've been in but come on, who treats kids like slaves! Well at least Santana never beat me.... wait. She did beat me, one time. I now remember that day like it was yesterday.



I was on the ground once again because Harry decided to beat me. My ribs hurt a lot this time and I didn't think I was  going to be able to walk home. I hope Santana doesn't give me a hard time when I get home and I hope Samantha doesn't have another head ache. That would make today even worse. Samantha, oh my God, I totally forgot. I was suppose to walk home and get the car so that I could go pick up Samantha from school today.

Just as I was about to get up Louis comes back, I guess to give me another beating.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"Trying to get up so that I can pick up my foster sister from school." I said.

"Well I guess your going to have to try some more." He said with a smirk on his face. He pushed me down again and started laughing at me. He punched me and kicked me a few more times. Then he laughed at me a second more and left. I was in a lot more pain than I was five minutes ago.

I continuously tried to get up, but it was no use. I tried for a good twenty minutes until I had enough straighten to pull myself up all the way.

After I was up with all of my stuff, I started to walk home. It was a long walk form school to the house. It took me about thirty minutes to get home. As soon as I get there I put my stuff in my room and grabbed the keys to the car. I got in the car and drove to Samantha's school.

When I got there I walked into the office and saw Santana picking up Samantha.

"Um, I thought I was picking up Samantha today?"

"So did I." She responded "Go home and we will disuse this when we get there."

I drove home. As I was diving I was thinking that when I got home, things were not goting to be pretty. I pulled into the driveway and saw Santana and Samantha get out of their car. Santana had a very pissed look on her face. I got out of the car wand walked inside.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Santana yelled as soon as I walked in the door.

"Um.... sorry something happened at school and-"

"I don't give a shit about what happened at school! I told you to pick Samantha up form school today and you didn't!"

"Look, I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything-"  I was interrupted by Santana smacking me in the face.

"Yes Hannah, you could have done something." She said to me in a frustrated voice.

Next thing I knew, she pushed me on the ground and started to kick me in the ribs.

"Yes.You.Could.Have!" with each word she said, she kicked me.

Then she walked away from me. I just lay there on the floor in tears. I tried to pick myself up, but after everything that happened that day, I knew I wouldn't be able to.

End of Flashback

That was one of the worst nights of my life, how could I have ever forgotten about that? I remembered I was still in the car with Alex. I saw her pull up the foster care center. 'Why would we be here, I usually just go straight to the next families house.'

I got out of the car and walked inside the building. Alex motioned me to come with her into her office. I followed her, and sat down in one of the three chairs in front of the desk. She sat down in the big chair behind the desk and started talking.

"Hannah, what was that little stunt you pulled?" She asked. So that's why I'm not at a new house yet.

"Is that the only reason you brought me to the foster center? To talk about what happened earlier?" I questioned.

"No but I'll get to that later. Now please answer my question." she said sternly.

"Um sorry... it won't happen again I-"

"That's not what I asked. Hannah, why would you say those things?" she said.

"Because they were true. She never really did treat me right. She always treated my like a slave. With her it was always 'Hannah do this' and 'Hannah do that'. I could never catch a break with her."

"Well I'm sorry you were treated like that, but Hannah. You can't say those things to an adult like that. You need to have respect,or else no one will want to take you in." She replied.

"Ok, I'm.... I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I apologized.

"Thank you. Now on to the next thing. Hannah, I'm sorry but you might be staying here for a while. We don't have a family that will take you right now." She said.

"What? No one wants to take me? So....... so I have to stay here?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry. We are looking for a family for you to stay with."

"How long will it be until I get to go with another family?" I said.

"I'm not sure. It could be tomorrow, it could be two weeks. Now, the room you will be staying in is room 23. Please go up there and put your things away." she replied.

I walked upstairs to my room. As I walked I was thinking. 'He was right. Harry was right all along. No one wants me.......'





Hey everyone! I hope you are enjoying the book!

I want to give a shout out to Madison074! Her book Save Me is awesome, so make sure to check out her books as well! Ok, hopefully I will publish another chapter tomorrow. I might not have time to tomorrow because of some theater things I'm involved with. That's right, I'm a theater kid! If I don't update tomorrow i WILL update Thursday! Well that's all for now. Bye

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