JOURNEY OF A LOST GIRL

Chapter 1 My name is Helen I live with my grandmother.I was to a family of twelve 7 boys and 5 girls I was a baby number 10.Since I was a little girl all I could remember is my grandma was the only one who took care of us,she said my father died when I was about 2 years old. My mother is the only child of my grandmother that's the reason why she said she is willing to sacrifice her happiness for us because mama no longer care for us.My story starts when I enter my second year in high school I am a good student having high grades even if most of my school assignments are not done due to lack of financial support from my family my teachers feel sorry for me because the said your smart but no one cares about your education. One day I went to the library to borrow some books because I love reading so much that every time Im upset I will spend most of my time reading happy ending books thinking maybe one day I could be lucky enough to have a Cinderella love story.While looking for a new book to read I bump to someone on the isle of library he was handsome well dressed and looks awesomely neat my things are all over the floor he apologized and help me pick up my stuff.He introduced himself and say his name I was so embarrassed because I know I didn't look good on my yellow flower knee length dress matching it with slightly old sandal.After I gathered my belongings I hurriedly went home I rented a boarding house with other 2 girls from my hometown.That night I couldn't sleep I'm thinking about a boy that I met at the library I never knew someone could have that effect on me and I wonder did he notice me at school because we went to the same high school campus.The next day it Tuesday there's a PTA meeting but ofcoures no one's gonna attend for me grandma is busy in her little farm and the last time I saw my mother was many months ago.I pity my self most of the times because I am not lucky like my classmates the every time there's a PTA meeting their mom or dad would be present.But it's okay I learned to accept the fact that I need to try my best to graduate finished college and work in the big city to help grandma and my self.some nightmares would comeback every now and then about my painful childhood one of my male adult relatives try to molest me but I thank GOD with all my heart that he just manage to touched himself in front of me and touches me in some places where an adult male shouldn't touches an 8 year old girl.Rigth now I'm 15 yrs old even at second year high school I dream of becoming a teacher so that I could help my family.Days goes by during the week end I would visit grandma and have my laundry done,I would stay with her for 2 days and go back to my boarding house.One day I came from school I found mom inside my room she said she misses me and decided to spend time with me during the weekend.Its awkward because she never pay attention to me at all since I was a little girl only grandma was the only person who cares for me.I finally agreed to go with her she said we will visit her friend that lives in the nearby town.Saturday finally arrived mom pick me up so early her reason was to avoid being late,while we were on the road I fought the urge to ask her what she wants from me dragging me along just to visit her so called friend,we finally arrive at her friends house.Mom's friend lives a comfortable life they have a big house standing in front of their door I suddenly feel nervous never for once mama brought me along just to visit her friend.After knocking several times a woman open the door and hug mama they exchange pleasantries then she look behind mama there I was standing like a lost girl she pulled my hand and and let me in she ask mama if I was the youngest on all her children mama reply she's not.They talk about many things then lunch time come she guide us to their luxury dining room filled with delicious food my hand is shaking not because I am hungry but because am scared that mama will punish me if I will embarrassed her during lunchtime I never use any elegant cutlery in my life at our little house we use our hand to eat we don't even have a basic cutlery in our kitchen.While we we're eating her friend ask mama how old I am she replied almost 16 I manage to eat using fork and spoon thank goodness none of it fall down from my hands or else I will be punish.After lunch mama and her friend went outside the house they have a beautiful garden with lots of flowers and in the middle there is a beautiful setting area with nicely decorated gazebo,I couldn't hear what they are talking about because mama said I am not allowed to join the grown ups conversation so I sit at the bench near the kitchen backdoor.I was busy admiring the beautiful surrounding of the massive house when I heard a man's voice from behind me I turn around to see who it was,there standing a man maybe at his mid twenties he looks just like my mom's friend so I guess that he is the younger brother,he keeps walking till he was standing infront of me he look confused he ask me who I was I told him my mama is a friend of the lady of the house we are her visitor.The man left without any word he look like a mean person he has a scar on his left cheek and he look creepy while still sitting on a bench I heard the backdoor open and a girl my age come out she wore a knee length purple dress with her hair braided beautifully she look elegant she approach me with a smile on her face she said hello you must be my mother's visitors daughter I nodded in response she shook my hand and sat beside me. She introduced her self by saying I am Joan Castillo I responded by telling her my name.Joan seems like a kind of girl who would spill the bean at the first person she just meet.We talk about school etc. a normal girls would talk about but deep inside me I was crying the whole time listening to her story about how lucky she was even though she was adopted she lives like a princess unlike me all I could remember was pain and my struggles since I was a kid up until now as a teenager and GOD knows what's my mother's been up to. Joan decided to show me around their beautiful house we started from the garden to the pool area the game room then she suddenly stops and squealed pulling me running to the stairs she said her bedroom was st the second floor we reach the far end of the corridor at the second floor there's a door painted with purple and pink flowers Joan pushes the door open and I am lost for words of how perfect and beautiful her bedroom was every happy teenager could dream of she had it all,we sat on her bed its so comfy everything was carefully arranged we chat she showed me all her albums