To Touch A Seraphs Wing

Preface

<P>** Hi, so this is just a very short introduction type thing :) hope you like :P **</P>

<P>Preface</P>

<P>Do you ever wake up and wonder where you're life went wrong? Normally I don't, but I did this morning. I could tell you why but you might get a bit confused if I don't tell you the whole story.  </P>

<P>On the 12th February, when I was eight, my mum past away. She had severe lung cancer; she was a heavy smoker you see. My dad left before I was born. Mum said that he didn't want anything to do with her or me. She was so broken for years; I don't think that she ever really got over him. So, for now I have to be fostered until I find someone who wants to adopt me. Right now I'm living in a small place called Runcorn with David and Anna Spencer. They are the kind of parents any kid could only dream of; they are into the best music, so they don't shout if I have it on full blast to an awesome band. They don't get in my business, but they make sure that I don't smoke or do drugs or anything like that. They don't care what time I get in (as long as I'm not gone for days without telling them) and they don't bug me about the way I dress, you know the whole, "You are always wearing that hoodie!", or "You look like a wannabe chav," absolutely none of it! They're good parents I guess. The only time they get upset is when I swear around the kids, so I've given that up now. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that they already had two children when they fostered me. They're twins called Jamie and Leila, they are twelve now and Jamie's the oldest by twenty three seconds. Jamie is a totally cool little dude. Leila is amazing as well, although she always wants to borrow my make-up, which is a bit annoying. When I first moved here they used to get bullied at school because they both have bright orange, curly hair. They used to get called "The Carrot Top Twins" all the time. But now all of the children in their class are all scared of me.  </P>

<P>I remember the day I moved here. It is quite a big flat, which, I guess is a good thing considering that there were five of us. I had four bags and two mangled card-board boxes. They showed me to my room, a little back room, with cream walls, one picture of a gorgeous seaside in the middle of the right side wall. There was a double-pained window on the far wall, sandwiched between yellow curtains. To be honest, I've never been a fan of yellow curtains. I asked if I could replace them with the black curtains that I always carried with me, from house to house. No-one ever painted their spare room black so I knew I had tp be prepared. There was a little, single bed in the farthest left corner, pushed against the back wall of the room and a chest of drawers was stretched along the right wall. I decorated them with my clutter and draped a large piece of black material so that it was nearly unrecognisable as a chest of drawers.  </P>

<P>I think it's about time for me to tell you about what happened the night that my life went tragically wrong. It started the day I met the gang....</P>