My fourteenth birthday is tomorrow. July 31st. You probably don't care, nobody does. It has always been like that. I should probably tell you the short version of the story though. My parents died in a car crash when I was little. I don't really remember their faces, just their voices. Every night I have nightmares of a blinding green light, screaming, and someone crying. I think it was a man. He was hunched over a body, tears freely flowing down his face. I was hugging someone, I can't remember who though. I think it was a boy. Nobody comforts me after these dreams. Here, dreams are thought of as a weakness. Everyone thinks I'm a weak, helpless, stupid, little girl. I'm not.
In the past thirteen almost fourteen years of my life, I have lived with 20 different foster families. They always hate me. One family gave me a concussion. They got mad at me and slammed a frying pan on my head. The doctors said it was a miracle I lived. Then they discovered the lightning bolt shaped scar on my neck and kept asking questions. It's been there forever as far as I know. After that I was taken out of foster care. The government found a kind elderly couple to adopt me. They gladly took me in. Their names are Melinda Ataman and Charlie Ataman. They have a daughter but she is all grown up. I have been living with them for three weeks so far.
So that's my backstory. It's a pretty sad one in my opinion. Now that you know my backstory, you know a little bit about me. Maybe we can be friends. Like I said, nobody really cares about me besides the Ataman's, so I have never had any friends. I guess I never needed any friends. Oh, my name is Heather by the way. Heather Potter.
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The Forgotten Twin
FanfictionAll her life, Heather has tried to live up to the expectations the world has set for her. The only thing Heather wants is to fit in. She can't though, and she has no idea why. Heather has gone from family to family. Her parents died in a car crash w...