Crys: The Beginning Part One

by Karissa (KIRA) Uh... Who Am I? in a hissy fit and screaming like a kid

I am continuing this, to my own suprise, but I couldnt help it. I love thios story!

2 years ago...

I heard a crash and ran to my bed and got undr it. I saw the door open and saw some black combat boots and smelled alcohol. "Crystea!" I heard my moms boyfriend yell. "Where are you?" I covered my ears. Although these years with my mom had made me tough, this boyfriend scared me. He checked my closet. I silently prayed that he wouldnt check the bed. I heard the bed creak and bend under his weight. I saw my moms shiny red heels. "Crys! Come on dear. Time to go!" I smiled. I was going to my grandma's for the rest of my horrible life.

My mom didnt take me to Grandma's, but a orphanage. I looked at the tall building. I have never seen anything like it. It was tall and brick. there were some boys playing poker outside the door. Three windows were broken and mothers were yelling loudly. My mom dumped me out of the car and left me standing in front of the giant orphange. The boys looked up, and grinned evilly. They walked over and pushed me to the dirt. My temper flared, and I punched one in the stomach. That one I learned to be was Devon.

He was coughing and wheezing. The other boys had backed away from me. A girl about my age ran up and checked the boy. "He's good," she told the boys. They took a look at me and ran. I smiled. The girl looked at me and stuck out her hand. It was rough with calluses and scars. "I dont bite," she said. i took her hand and shook it. "I'm Angel," she said. "He's Devon." The boy- Devon, I mean- was standing up straight and staring at me. He turned and went into the orphanage. "Dont worry about him," Angel said. "He's just angry. Drug addict mom and alcoholic boyfriend huh? I guess we all learn from it. Devon had the worst experience. Hey! Wanna go to the arcade?" I held up a finger. "Can I get a room first?" She nodded and led me to her room. It had two beds and one half of the room had green butterflies on it. "I plan to make the butterflies black with big red splotches. It was my sign for life and blood." I smiled. I think me and Angel were gonna be good friends.