SEVENTY EIGHT

Twelve years ago at The Brayden's Home - Foster Home.

"Haha," Kenny laughed, pointing a finger at me. "You are a nobody and were left here. Nobody wants you."

I hugged my legs, hiding behind the house of The Brayden, owned by George and Maggie Brayden. They were friendly, but the way they greeted me felt like those weirdo parents who kept their children sanitized from everything they touched. George was no muscle but short and tubby-like a gnome with a Super Mario mustache, and Maggie wore heavy make-up looking like 99 cents cheap doll. They were friendly, but I felt uncomfortable talking to them. Since I arrived without Ares and Athena because they were sent to different homes, I was scared.

I was alone for the first time.

"Look at those ugly scars! Ewww!!" He and the other kids older than me chorus, looking disgusted at my accident scars.

I tried to cover them up, but my body was so small I could go up and run away. I went inside, and they followed me into the house and called m