Have faith in me Pg. 3 I walked back to my home, which was under a bridge. It was dark, and cold. But it was better than nothing. I walked into my little wooden made home, snuggling under the warm sheets I stole from my old home. I sighed, wishing that my mother was here with me.
"Momma.." I breathed before falling asleep.
My dreams were always filled with my mother. I missed her. Her scent, her voice, everything about her I missed. I missed the days where we'd play games and watch tv together. I never met my father before. I was told that he was a kind man who went to war before I was born. I wondered if he was still alive or not. But really, I didn't care. Even if he found me, I wouldn't come home. He abandoned me and my mother to go off to war. I never really knew what war meant, but I knew that it wasn't a good place. I just wished that he could've been there for my mother before her death...
I soon awoke the next day, rubbing my eyes tiredly. I looked around my little room, sighing.
Have faith in me pg 2 The girl giggled at me happily, scooting closer to me so she could help more. "I'm Anna" the girl said to me. I didn't care though.
"Storm" I said bluntly
I sighed, building my castle in silence. Anna wouldn't leave me alone though. She kept going on and on talking about herself. Guess she wanted to be friends. But I didn't want friends, I couldn't bare the pain if they hurt me. I jumped when I felt Anna touch my hand, blushing a little. She smiled at me warmly, as if she was trying to get my attention.
"You're really quiet Storm" Anna commented to me
I gazed at her, then began to growl. I slapped her hand away from mine, glaring at her angrily.
"Leave me alone Anna! You shouldn't get involved with me!" I snapped at her, my jaws clenching together.
I hated that smile of hers. Even though I was so cruel, she still didn't leave. I couldn't take her kindness! I got to my feet, glaring down at her angrily.
"Go away!" I barked at her, her eyes gazing at mine.
"Why?" she asked c
Have faith in me A cold day it was today, the golden leaves breaking from the trees and laid onto the floor so perfectly. The streets blasting with the sound of cars and chattering people. Children laughing happily on the playground. All but one...And that one, was me.
My name was Sam, but I called myself Storm. I didn't want to remember my past. I hated remembering it since it was filled with nothing but pain. I fixed my jacket, wrapping my dirty blue scarf around my neck. I sat on a swing, staring at the other kids. I stared at their families, how they laughed and smiled happily at on another. "I wish I had that too" I muttered to myself. I was homeless, unloved. My parents were killed in a car accident, so instead of living with someone else. I ran away from my family members. No one loved me there, so I ran from the horrible memories. I hated how they would smile at me, all of them fake. Everyone in this world was fake...
I got off of the swing, walking over to the sandbo