Kayla is a nameless orphan, who is being ill-treated by her foster family. She runs away, only to fall in the hands of other foster families, who treat her worse than ever. Kayla soon discovers she has a half-older sister, who betrayed her, but lived a life of misery. Kayla can't do anything but save Karen, or worse, become a slave.
Silvia was so kind. She cooked me some chicken noodles and brought me a coke, then I relished myself with strawberry cake and two sugar cookies.
I was happier than ever.
'Thank you,' I said. 'It means so much to me,'
'Anytime,' she said. 'You can come here every day,'
'Really?' I widened my eyes in shock.
'Yes,'
I hugged Silvia. She turned a bit pink but smiled.
'THANK YOU!'
Now I'd get food every day. I wouldn't be starving anymore
It was getting late. The sun went down, and dark clouds surrounded the sky.
'I better go home,' I told Silvia and bid her goodbye.
The store I was to go get my last errand at was now closed and I had a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach.
What would the Bitermanns say? Luckily, I had an extra bag of food I had inherited from Silvia, which was tucked tightly into my jacket.
I hope the Bitermanns didn't notice.
I quickly went down the street, which was full of buzzing cars and kids now, the weather forecast news team gathered around a safety zone, with cameras, lights, protectors, stylish bags, and mics.
They were all ready to report the weather, which I suspected would be bad.
I hurriedly ran past them, past the crowd and all the joy got sucked out of me when I saw the Bitermanns' porch. You know that feeling you have when you get home after the best day of your life?
A little disappointed. Tired. Low-spirited.
The Bitermanns had a fancy porch, with white stone marbles and gold chandeliers.
I walked up and rang the doorbell. The rain began pouring down at that moment as if I had given it a signal to start raining.
Mr.Bitermann, (or my foster father) opened the door, looking angry.
'Come 'ere, you wretch!' he growled and shut the door.
Mrs.Bitermann and Nora were in the kitchen, looking dazed and unhappy.
Oh no.
'How could you?!' cried Mrs.Bitermann and slapped me.
Tears filled my eyes.
'You almost starved poor Nora!' she added, crying herself.
The 'poor Nora' was now sitting on their fancy couch, smirking.
She was my age and had caramel blond hair and green eyes.
MEAN eyes.
'And you didn't get the candy for Nora!'
Nora's smirk faded.
'I-I-'
'TAKE OFF YOUR CARDIGAN!' Mrs.Bitermann shouted.
'I-'
'TAKE IT OFF NOW!'
I took off my cardigan. Out fell the bag I had gotten from Silvia Cooks.
'STEALING, EH?!' cried Mrs.Bitermann.
She picked up the bag and opened it. 'BREAD, CAKE, RAMEN, JUICE, CANDY-'
'Candy?' Nora's greedy eyes moved toward the bag.
'Honey, we don't know where she got this junk from,' said Mrs.Bitermann, giving me the evil eye. 'We'll have to make sure first,'
Nora pouted. 'Mummy, I want candy!' and began crying.
See?
Mrs.Bitermann rushed to Nora and hugged her. She carried her to her bedroom, saying things like, 'Oh, sweet Nora!' 'Don't cry, my honey cake!'
Mr.Bitermann looked like he had plotted something mean. He looked directly at my face (which made me shiver) and said, 'I'm going to put this in the fridge and give you a good lash,'
My heart sank.
He picked up his beating stick, braced himself, and gave me the hardest beating of my life.
I cried loudly.
'HUSH!' he shouted. 'You're not allowed to go outside the house for a month!'
I saw him raise his stick and felt a sharp pain seep through my back.
I fainted.
