text: brewcris Tears Of The Forgotten all the awesome people who read this :D 
   
   
     
   
   Prologue 
   
   
   
   
   "Eat it!" commanded Jolly Rancher, shoving some fresh, green broccoli in my face. 
  	"NO!!!" I screamed in his face close to tears, he was the color of a blue raspberry and wearing a rapper like the piece of candy he was! 
  	“Now, or I’ll shoot you with this!” he glared at me while pulling out a squirt gun and putting his finger on the trigger. 
  	I slowly took it from him; tears falling down my face, my shaky hand barely able to grab a hold of it. I brought it to my mouth, at a snail's pace, with my eyes glued to the squirt gun. “Do you…” I hesitated before continuing, “have any ranch dressing?”  
  	He laughed evilly and it had an edge to it like a rapper crinkling when rubbed between fingers. “No, you have to eat it; Plain.” He smiled horribly, like he was constipated. “It’s simple. Just put the broccoli in your mouth and chew, unless of course you want me to shoot you.” He put the gun up against my forehead with that awful smile still on his face. 
  	I took a small bite and gagged spitting it out. “I said eat it not spit it out!” I heard his outraged voice speak before I felt freezing cold water stream down my tiny face. 
   
   
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  	I screamed and woke up to see people staring at my seven year old self like I was crazy. I blushed and turned to see my stop up ahead. I put on my jacket and gathered my backpack just as the bus stopped. I went to get up, but one of the older kids pushed me back down. I could hear sirens and see the flashing lights through the window. I crawled closer to it to get a better look. 
  	Emergency vehicles surrounded my house. I could see the cops everywhere; the yellow tape they use on crime scenes bordered my yard. What stood out to me most though was the blood. The fresh blood red blood, not ketchup, blood, everywhere; the body bag not zipped up all the way, with a pale white and bloody hand sticking out. The hand had my daddy’s watch on; the hand was my daddy’s. The last thing I remember was a silent tear falling down my frozen face, reminding me of the squirt gun spaying me in my dream as I sat there shocked beyond belief.  
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  	“She has nowhere to go; I just got a hold of her mom, shocking I know, and she didn’t want anything to do with her.” I could hear someone talk in a hushed whisper as I sat at a table letting my silent tears fall down my face. I may have been seven, but I wasn’t stupid. My daddy was murdered just hours ago.  
  	“She doesn’t have any family that will take her in?” I heard the officer ask the lady that I believe was my daddy’s co-worker. 
  	“No, her grandparents are all dead, or not in contact with her. She has no aunts or uncles that I know of.” she sounded sad, “I-I can take her in…” she stated. 
  	The officer hesitated before replying. “No, I think it best if she gets out of this town of a while instead of being stuck with her past memories.” He spoke in a voice that I don’t think anyone would argue with. 
  	The thought of never seeing my friends again made me cry harder “I don’t want to leave” I sobbed looking up at the officer and lady. 
  	“It’s only for a while; you’ll be back before you know it.” He gave me a weak smile and before adding. “I’m going to contact some people and see if you can find you a nice, kind home.” with that he walked away with the lady trying to plead with him and I was left by myself; crying, wondering how my live ended up like this. Nobody that walked by came to try and comfort me when that’s what I wanted most at that moment. 
   
   
   Publication Date: September 20th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-brewcris