Being a person that everyone despises is hard. Not being wanted. Not being loved.

I’m that person.

My parents didn’t want me so they abandoned me. That’s what the people in the orphanage said anyway.

I’m now sixteen years old, and in high school, I have been kicked out of five different high schools in the last year.

I’m in the last high school that would accept me, but I don’t really care.

I don’t like being in school, because of everyone.

They judge you when they hear something about you that’s not even true.

I was judged in every school I was in, judged by people who don’t even know me. I went numb after that. Not caring about nothing and no one.

I still had great grades they were beyond the average of everyone else. They would tell me I can have a great future with my grades but I just didn’t care anymore.

It was just a normal Friday Night when it began.

I was out partying at the time, drinking with some people I knew from the club I would usually go to.

The owner of the club was one of my foster parents. 

His name is Robert.

He and his wife took care of me 8 years ago, the club was created after his wife died 5 years ago. He called it after his wife, “Juneice“.

I would go there often when I wanted to drink.

All the people there knew me for who I am and not who they wanted me to be.

What happened to me that day was like a miracle coming from a far away place that I might know.

I felt like I was once there but couldn't put my finger on it.

I met someone and others who I wanted to be with in the future, sure I was messed up as a kid but they didn't care about that they just want me. The real me.

Not having parent, friends, family would make people look at me with pity. I didn't like that.

I was chased out of almost every foster home I was in just because of my behavior.

All they wanted was a well behaved child, but that wasn't me at the time.

I felt like I didn't belong anywhere.

I didn't want to be abandoned like my parents abandoned me.

I hated to feel like this.

I tried to change but that would make people stare and laugh at me.

They just wanted something to do, I guess.

But why did it have to be me?

Why did my parent have to abandon me?

Was I a mistake?

Am I alone in this world?

Those are the questions I would ask myself every night.

They would call me crazy for saying that every night but I didn't care about them or anyone.

This is what happened that Friday Night.

I was sitting in the table far back from the club, drinking alone.

People would usually go to a bar and drink but because I’m still underage, I have to come here. Robert doesn’t really care if I drink, I’m the only underaged person allowed to step foot in this club.

I stand up to get myself another bottle of beer because Robert didn’t allow me to have strong liquids on weekdays.

“Another beer,” I say to the bartender.

“I don’t get you, kids, anymore.” He says to me as he hands me another bottle of beer

I sit on the stall and drink my beer.

“Hey.” Someone says.

I look around and see a guy in a white suit.

He looked like he was in his forties.

“Aren't you too young to be here and drinking.” He says as he pulls out a grin.

“Well, you’re too old to talk to a young stranger like that,” I say

I have another sip of beer and start to walk out.

I open the back door and see a couple of guys fighting over something, but I ignored them.

One of the guys pushed me down when the other pushed him.

I was raging with anger.

“Hey!” I shout, “What’s your problem.”

I get up and look at the guy that pushed me.

“Woah chill, girl.” The guy in front of me said, “We are fighting over here, so move that small *** of yours and head back to school or whatever you have to go to.”

He seemed to be drunk out of his wits.

The guy started walking back to the other guy.

“Excuse me?”  I said, “What did you just call me?”

“A small ***,” He said with a grin. “Is there a problem with that sweety.”

I rolled up my sleeves, raised my hand and punched him. 

“Don’t you dare call me sweetie,” I say

He flew all the way to the wall. I was surprised, I know that I don’t punch that far.

“I think I might have killed him,” I said.

“What are you?!” The other guy shouted

He ran to the guy and ran with him on his back.

I look at my hand and punch the wall. I left a huge dent on the wall.

``Woah.” I said, “I didn’t know I was that strong”.

I rolled my sleeves down and put my hoodie on so no one would see my face.

I walk back to the apartment I live in alone. Robert was kind enough to buy it for me, so no paying rent for me.

I walk to an alley where I often go as a shortcut, to go home.

I see a couple of guys in suits just standing there waiting for something.

I walk past them without a problem.

I feel something on my neck pinching me. I feel my neck and take out a syringe. I drop it and start to feel dizzy. 

I see the men walk up to me and carry me in a car and then I back out.

I wake up in a dark room, I try to move my hand but I’m tied up with something.

I also tried to break free but the drug they injected me with was still in effect.

“So you got caught too.” someone says in a deep but gentle tone.

I started looking around to see where this person was.

“Who’s there,” I say, “show yourself.”

The lights turn on and I see A guy about the same age as me.

“Who are you?” I say.

“My name is Leo, How about you?” He says

“Why should I tell you, aren’t you the person who kidnapped me!?” I say.

“NO, I’m not. “ He says, “I’m also a victim here, they kidnapped me about a month ago.” 

“And why should I believe you?” I say

He crosses his arms.

“I don’t want you to believe me I just want to know your name,” Leo said.

I look at him.

“Amelia. My name is Amelia.” I say.