My name is Charlotte Greenwood. I was one of the Different. I am 15 years old. I am going to escape. I am going to my previous life, no matter what it takes. This is my story.
I breathed in. At this hour, the backyard was beautiful. My hands itched to draw it. I took a piece of paper and began drawing every intricate detail, every blade of grass, every elaborate flower. As I almost finished, I saw the sun was setting. This was my favorite thing to draw. Just as I was about to draw the last shadow, Mom called me in. I left the paper there, sure to get it later. But I suppose the paper didn't quite like to be left. The wind picked it up and it flew away. I expected to never see it again.
It was late night when they came knocking on our door. I had just felt the loss of my drawing. When I heard Mom’s voice rise, I crept downstairs.
“Mom? Is everything okay?” I asked worriedly. Then I saw the two tall men. I backed up, until they pushed Mom away. They grabbed me, dragging me out. I screamed and held onto anything I could. And I watched Mom and Dad watch me leave. I knew I was alone.