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EPISODE 1: Pre eighteen Hayley's POV: The evening. I ran into a local diner were I worked the evening shift. I was so out of breath because I ran the whole way here from school. I ran the whole way due to the weather and it's frightening dark expression that held the anticipation of a heavy down pour. I didn't want to be caught in it's anger shower when it started, and risk catching a cold cuz I hate being sick. I've always hated it. When one is sick they need to be taken care of but I don't have anyone to really do that for me, so I can't afford to fall sick. The idea of boarding a cab occured to me, but I didn't have the money to spare on taxi fares. My savings, which I grew by working in this diner as a waitress for three years was for a different purpose. I plan to leave my foster home when I officially turn eighteen, and for once in my unprecedented life that day is tomorrow which is bound to come no matter what. I grew up in foster care, and I don't know anything about my birth parents. Like why they gave me up for adoption or weather they were still alive, but I tried my best not to dwell on either of those possibilities. They weren't in my life meant that they weren't in my life. My foster family doesn't really pay much attention to me. They provide food and a roof over my head, and I consider that to be enough. They don't usually bother about things like what clothes I was putting on, or what my school day was like, the way they did with my foster brother. But that's fine seeing as how I don't like... More of know how to fantasize about things that were beyond my grasp, it's so depressing thinking about a better life especially since I haven't even experienced what a better life looks like to even begin to day dream about it. Besides, my foster brother Clarke Robinson is the only person nice to me. He would share his toys with me when we were younger, and some of his stylish unisex clothes, which I always appreciated. I'm two years and three months older than him, but because of how skinny I look and the way he always stands up for me you would think we're twins or that he was older. We're in different grades but we attend the same school. Clarke's parents enrolled him at the empire school for royals, and as the name implies it's a big shot school and if not for my scholarship I would never have made it there. Some backwater school that's where I would have been enrolled for sure. It doesn't matter that I'm the foster daughter of the towns mayor, mayor Robinson which I helped win a few elections since I am a typical charity case. I think that's the main reason they keep me around. I didn't notice the lightening strike, but the sound of thunder jolted me out of my head. I felt something warm and wet stroll down my cheeks. ' What's the matter Hayley, is that how much the thought of being a charity case upsets you?' I questioned myself. It's not as if being a charity case was something that was new to me. So I quickly wiped the tears dry with the sleeves of my uniform which I still had on. In order to make it here in time, I didn't have the chance to make it home and back, so I ran all the way from school. I will have to find a way to shuffle in my assignments while waiting tables. I just hope that today is a slow day, it's not like I get good enough tips anyway. The only regular customer I can count on is Clarke, but with the way the weather is I told him not to come to the diner today, if he catches a cold because of me, his parents would disown me. "Hayley! Stop being so sluggish and start waiting tables!" I heard the command of my boss from behind the counter where he stood. I still have about five minutes before my shift actually starts, but my incessant timid nature always stops me from standing up for myself, and it's a shame that Clarke isn't here to do it for me. I bowed my head like a coward and went straight to the kitchen and picked up an apron and a name tag with HAYLEY written on it. I packed my shoulder length wavy ponytail into a rough bun and placed a hairnet over it. I never cared about my looks, because there's no one that I have the impression of looking pretty for. Though I doubt that looking pretty will work for me, not with how skinny and frail I look. I kept my bag in the kitchen and asked one of the chefs to look after it for me. She snobbed me with glares that read not even one in abject poverty will want my hand stitched bag. And to be honest I don't think that she was wrong. When I left the kitchen the minutes to the start of my shift was fast approaching and I felt a bit comfortable working from this time since it was closer to the start of my shift. I had barely began working when a bunch of my classmates trudged inside. I began to fidget. But the moment that I saw Damon Sprite with them, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole or swallow her. Damon Sprite, a 'she devil' as I like to consider her. She always seem to be the spearhead every time I get bullied. It's like she makes it her job to just make my life more miserable than it already is. I grit my teeth and braced myself because I knew here comes trouble...