The alarm went off and Angela groaned as she rolled over in bed, staring blankly at the digital clock, the neon glowing lights seeming to mock her. Another day, another crappy moment of her existence to try and get through. With a heavy sigh she pulled herself up out of bed, stretching and yawning before making her way into the bathroom.<br/><br/>The flushing of the toilet announced her exit of the bathroom, though she yawned she did seem to be a bit more awake. Pulling off the t-shirt and sweats she wore that night to bed she began to stretch, with more purpose this time. When she felt like she was good and limbered up she began her daily workout routine. Today was going to be strength training.<br/><br/>Some ten minutes later found her covered in a light sheen of sweat as she pushed up from the floor with only her real arm, the synthetic one was behind her back. No point in working out that portion of her body, not like it would get any stronger. It was the rest of her body that she was concerned with. The rest of her that drove her to work out so much. Stronger. She needed to be stronger then them, stronger then them all. Even when her arm burned in pain, she continued on, counting them off in her head through grit teeth and trembling body. Soon the burning and trembling subsided as her body found that level. That level when the extra endorphins kicked in and it was like they were working outside their body.<br/><br/>Angela went down with a smile on her face, her eyes now wondering in this euphoric state of mind, focusing on a strand of her hair that had slipped free from her pony tail. Watching at a small bead of sweat traveled from her scalp to the tip of the strand. There is stood dangling on the edge of falling into the abyss that was the carpet below.<br/><br/>That was Angela, a small bead of sweat teetering on the edge and waiting to fall off into nothingness. Waiting for it to all just end already. There is only so much one person can take before that dive off the edge looked pretty sweet. Without warning her arm gave out, that bead of sweat was dislodged and she was able to watch it fall to the floor with her. Each impacting at the same time, however, unlike that bead of sweat she was still there. She could not just melt into the carpet and disappear. No, she had to stay there in that world. Stay and continue to live a life she hated, where no one loved or cared about her. Where she was....alone....<br/><br/>Laying there for a bit in self pity Angela finally pulled herself up and made her way into the bathroom to shower before getting dressed for the day. Can't greet the day smelling bad, right?<br/><br/>â€“<br/>Freshly showered and dressed Angela made her way downstairs to grab something to eat before heading out to catch the buss. Though as she reached the bottom of the steps she noted her foster parents standing there with some social services looked geek in a suit and a cop.<br/><br/>â€œWhat's going on?â€ she asked cautiously, looking to her foster father for some hint and judging by how he looked away with tears in his eyes she knew it was not good.<br/><br/>The geek in the suit spoke first, â€œWell Angela you need to come with usâ€ his tone trying to sound friendly.<br/><br/>â€œWhy?â€ Angela asked not moving toward them at all.<br/><br/>â€œWe are done putting up with your behavior! You thug!â€ snapped the bitch of a foster mother.<br/>Angela rolled her eyes, â€œI have not done anything for months. I have been behaving and even getting perfect grades in school....â€ she stated slowly and carefully confused about what this could be about.<br/><br/>â€œOh really? Nothing? Then why is there video footage of you helping that degenerate escape before the police could arrest him, huh?â€ the smug look on that bitch's face made Angela's skin crawl, but she could not say anything in her defense. Instead she just stood there in silent defiance, still not moving toward them.<br/><br/>â€œAlright, enough of this! You are coming with us!â€ the cop said tired of the conversation and looking to just his part of this over so that he could go and do some real police work. Reaching for her he was caught off guard completely when he is suddenly shoved across the room.<br/><br/>The whole room fell silent as they looked at Angela as if she had suddenly sprouted a second head and was spitting fire. Even Angela seemed to be surprised by her own behavior, as she had not meant to do that. She just wanted to be left alone. Before anyone else could properly recover she was rushing out the door, her legs moving as fast as she could go. With no family and no real friends to speak of though Angela had very little options and so her mind piloted her to the school, running on auto pilot as it were, because this was the one place she felt even remotely safe. By the time she made it to the school she was crying freely and not seeming to care who noticed, not like anyone would even really care enough to ask her what was wrong anyway.<br/><br/>Heading to homeroom she slumped down beside the door, once again she was early as usual so there was little she could so except sit there and wait. Wait for the door to open, wait for them to come and get her....wait for her life to end....