A life can be like a story. First, there's an exposition. Usually in this part the characters are introduced blah blah blah. Next is the rising action, which is kind of self explanatory. Then, the climax. According to the dictionary, this is the most intense, exciting, or important part of the story. My life has been stuck in climax mode from the day I was born. No cute little exposition, no warning in my rising action letting me know about the demons I must face. Just a climax...
"ting! ting! ting!" I heard the sounds of the dinner bell followed by what sounded like a herd of footsteps. I live in a foster home, which means first come first serve. Naturally, I rolled out of bed and joined the other kids in a race to the kitchen table. I quickly slid my plate in front of my seat as I sat down. The others did the same and as usual, the bigger kids took food off of the smaller kids' plate. By smaller kids, I mean myself. Though I was older than many of the bigger kids, being a fresh 17, I was still one of the smaller sized kids of the bunch. By the time the savages finished with my plate there was nothing left but crumbs from the pizza that was originally destined to be eaten by me. "Milly they ate all my food again, yo!" I shouted to my foster mother angrily. "Then get up earlier Grace" she said smiling that maniacal smile of hers. She was a beautiful woman. Big breasts, big butt, slim waist and a nice smile with hair that flowed down her back. Yet, she was so ugly and bitter on the inside. Her husband, Luke, just shook his head in disappointment at my remarks like I was the one in the wrong."I'm leaving." I mumbled as I stormed back into my room. I don't understand what was so hard about feeding me. Luke had gotten his keys and headed out to his truck so he could patrol the area making sure that none of the kids were trying to escape. I filled a bag with as many of my clothes that I could possibly fit in it and put it on my back. Once I heard Luke come back into the house from his routine drive, I ran straight out of the front door. As I ran down the way I could hear the sound of Luke's truck and see his bright headlights on the trail of my shadow causing me to pick up the pace. Abruptly, I turned down an unlighted alley. This was not the best idea because the surrounding neighborhood was the true definition of "the hood." Out of breath, I looked to my left and to my right. On my left I saw his headlights slowly approaching, assuming he was scanning the street for my face. On my right, in the only lighted section I saw a prostitute doing what she does best, satisfying one of her customers. I was disgusted at the sight but had no choice but to run in their direction and into another dark cut of what seemed to be an endless alley. I held my heavy breathing as Luke's car crept pass the cut that I was hiding in. I sighed in relief but quickly tensed up when I felt someone touch my arm. I flinched and moved in the opposite direction squinting my eyes to get a glance at the shadowy figure's face. "Wanna help me with something?" he asked taking steps towards me as I backed away. "No" I said turning to run the other way. "Shoot her!" I heard the man call. I stopped in my tracks and held my hands up"don't shoot!" I called back feeling tears begin to well up in the corners of my eyes. "Turn around slowly" I could hear the smirk tip-toeing across his face from the tone in his voice. I obeyed his commands, even though I had no clue if he or anybody else he was calling to really had a gun, but I didn't wanna take the risk. Just as I was approaching the man, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and quickly fell to the floor. Everything after that was pitch black...
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