• It was still dark when I woke up. I saw a flash of lightning, and heard thunder rumble in the distance. I crawled out of bed and tiptoed to my parent's room. I pushed open the door and peered into the dark room. "Mommy, daddy?" I whispered in a shaking voice. There was no answer, just complete silence. I said it again, but louder and still no reply. I walked in, my tiny hands searching for the bed. My hands brushed up against the sheets, and i grabbed on tightly to them. The light of thunder illuminated the room. Where my parents should have been was a puddle of blood. Tears ran down my cheeks and I screamed out for them.
    I woke up gasping. I touched my cheeks and felt fresh tears. I looked out the window, sunshine filling my room. That dream...It always seems to come on my birthday. I thought to myself. My foster mother Tracy called me to come downstairs. "Lauren! You ingrateful little brat! I told you to get the white sweater nothe the cream one!" She said slapping me across the face. I grabbed the sweater out of her hand and gently placed it in my bookbag. I was about to head upstairs when her husband Ryan grabbed me by my collar. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked. I sighed. "No where sir" He roughly threw me to the ground and walked away. He was drunk as always. I got up and ran upstairs to get ready for school.