I watched out the car window as the dreary, bleak world passed by in a blur of green and grey. I was trying desperately to block out my foster mom's voice but so far it wasn't working. Her high pitched squeaky voice kept me from doing anything but looking out the window and hating my life.
"So are you ready for your life to be changed forever? I've heard so much about this camp and everyone that has gone to this camp has been completely changed, mostly for the better. Oh Evangeline aren't you just so excited?!", blah blah blah, doesn't this women ever stop talking? And can she please for once call me by my nickname Evan?
She was taking me to a camp. Not like a summer camp, oh no, those are actually fun. This is a camp where happiness goes to die. The reason why is because its filled with hopeless orphans that cannot be controlled in the foster system anymore.
This was my seventh foster home since my family died in a car crash six years ago. I wasn't a bad kid, my families just couldn't handle the fact that I hadn't spoken since that day.
I was only ten years old at the time. I was left alone in this huge world to figure out how to live, how to survive with no one to take care of you.
I was found on the side of the highway by a police officer, three miles away from where the crash had happened just hours before.He found me limping along beside the highway on my broken leg with a big gash on my head that was bleeding into my blonde hair. The cop stopped beside me and asked me if I was lost, I didn't reply. He asked me repeatedly until I finally looked at him with a blank look on my face and tears in my wide grey eyes, then I collapsed on the ground right in front of him.
I don't remember much of what happened after that, except that I woke up surrounded by doctors with a bright light shining in my face. I remember that I just wanted to escape, I wanted to forget that I had just witnessed my entire family die. I wasted to forget that I was alone.
The doctors kept asking me questions, but I didn't want to talk, I didn't want anyone to hear my voice except people that I loved, but they didn't exist anymore. I haven't talked since that horrible day that will remain burned in my mind for as long as I live.