Battle Scars(Transformers Age of Extinction)(HIATUS)

The runaway

Name: Maria Farfalla
Age: 15
Height: 5"4
Appearance: Long brown hair that stops at mid-back and a fringe that covers her left eye. Has pale skin and dark brown eyes. Has freckles and also wears reading glasses.
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I was 15 years old when my life seemed like it was starting to go downhill. I was in a place I hated with a passion. An orphanage. Since I've lost my parents and I had no other relatives besides my aunt who was in jail, I had to be registered here once I have fully recovered. However, my life still sucks. Because of the explosion 3 years ago. I had to get my left arm and left leg amputated, so I have a fake arm and fake leg. They're not that bad, and I've actually mastered walking with them a year ago. However, I was still provided with crutches in case I lose my balance. I am also partially blind in my left eye, and it also changed color, from my normal dark brown eyes, to a clay-like beige color. Basically the color started fading for some reason. Even though the orphanage is suppose to be a 'happy place where kids can make friends and get adopted', to me it was my first hellhole, my second hellhole being school. The girls I shared a room with always pick on me because of my leg and arm, sometimes even my eye. I usually ignore them though but they do get annoying. School also has its ups and downs. They call me a monster, fake handicap, 1 eye, and when I started wearing an eyepatch, a pirate. In my opinion, the orphanage is much worse, because they can't take my leg off and hide it somewhere I like some other inconsiderate girls whom I unfortunately share a room with. I was also one of the smart students, but whenever I get a good grade, they claim I cheated. I admit, it's harder to do stuff when I have one blind eyes but I still try my hardest, the other kids are just stupid and ignorant. Parents find me strange, creepy, and when they see that their child got a worse grade then mine, they always complain that if a child like that can get a better grade than you, then you're not trying hard enough. Now usually this is used as a compliment, but in this case, they are calling me a freak. Someone even called me a thing. Frankly, only the teachers understand my problems. Some actually recommended I transfer school, but my guardians will not budge. Good thing it is the summer so I only had to deal with the orphanage. However...

"For the last time Maria, you are not transferring schools." Ms. Anderson said.

"Why not, they bully me at school, why don't you believe me?"

"Why should I? This discussion is over." She said, then trotted off. For some unknown reason, the staff here is dumber than a stack of potatoes and will not believe me when I say I am getting bullied. Why not you ask? Because the girls in my room will say that I was lying and just wanted to skip school. It's times like this when I wish the Purge was real. If it was, most of the people in this building would be dead. I groaned and trotted the best I could off to my room. I didn't even care that the girls were in the room. Once I got in there, I laid on my bed and ignored all of them like I do every day. I hate my life right now.

As I laid there, I was contemplating on what to do. I didn't want to stay here anymore and get picked on, and not even the staff will believe me. Maybe, I should run away. Nobody would miss me, and the streets have been looking very welcoming lately. How about I just give this place one more chance. One more chance wouldn't kill anyone, right? However, that's the only chance I am giving. After that, I will run away.

"Dinner's ready!" Wait how long have I been in bed thinking about this? Oh well, I was hungry.

We had chicken and rice with gravy tonight. It was delicious. Even though I hate this place, the food was always an acceptation. Once I was done, I put my plate away and was about to walk to my room.

"Maria, may I speak with you for a minute?" One of the staff asked. I nodded and followed them to another room, though her tone did not sound like this would be good for me.

"A little birdie told me you aren't getting along well with your group." She said.

"Well, not really." I replied.

"Maria, you know our rule. We must treat everyone nicely and be kind. Have you been breaking that rule?" She questioned.

"No, of course not. I just don't really like talking to people all that much."

"That was no excuse to ignore them."

"Well they have been messing with me first. Just because of my leg, arm, and eye." I argued.

"Stop lying. Those girls have been here before you, and are nice to everyone. They have never messed with everyone."

"Well, they have been calling me names and always tell me I cheat whenever I get a better grade than them. I don't like being in a room where I get bullied. Why won't you guys believe me for once instead of assuming that I am lying because they are wrap around everyone's stupid little finger!" I exclaimed, aggravated with this whole conversation.

"Maria, watch your tone-"

"They have been mean to me ever since they saw the left side of my body, and I have been telling you people that they mess with me, and nobody does anything about it because they are the 'good' children! Because 'they've never been mean to everybody'! Oh, but I'm liar. Me, the girl who gets her leg stolen everyday and everyone is too blind to see that they are the only ones who can do that. Nobody believes the girl with artificial body parts!"

"Maria, that is enough. Honestly, you are a troublesome child. No wonder no one has come to adopt you yet! Your parents would be disappointed in you if they saw you. I've unfortunately never met them, but I'm sure they've never raised their child to be like this!" She did not. Just bring. My parents into this. That, is when they cross my already very thin line.

"Do. Not. Mention. My. Parents. How DARE you mention my parents. My parents would actually believe me and actually be more trustworthy and actually take action, they wouldn't do what you people are doing, making stupid assumptions EVERY freaking day and ignore a kid who is actually in need of HELP. My parents would do everything they could to help anyone in need, That's what my parents would do!" I yelled. "I hate this stupid orphanage!" I then ran the best I could to my room, not giving a damn that people were looking at me, and that the counselor was calling my name. I'm done. I am freaking down with this place. I am running away, away from everyone. Maybe I will find someone who cares on the streets. Just, not now. Once I got to my room, I packed up all of my belongings. As soon as I was finished, I cried in the corner for I don't know how long. This orphanage has no heart. This place is dead to me. I will hate it forever.

It was now 1:00A.M. Everyone was asleep, except for me. As soon as I was positive everyone here was asleep, I got my bags, and opened the window. I wanted to leave a little surprise, so I left a note on the bedside table. It's a little explanation. Once the note was in place, I dropped all of my bags out of the window safely, and then jumped out myself, even though it was hard, I eventually got it. I then closed the window the best I could and then carefully climbed down the building. Once I safely touched the ground, I ran as fast as I could from this place, not even thinking about looking back. I have finally escaped the place I considered a prison. A cold, heartless prison.
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