Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Before Alys- 1

Many things have happened to me in the past few years. If you've read or heard about my other adventures, you probably know me as Alys. However, I didn't choose to be Alys. I had nothing to do with that route which I was forced to take. I want to tell you about what happened before Alys and that stupid wonderland. Before I became Alys. And before I became Alys, I was Carsy, or, more formerly, Carson Nancy Foster.
And this is how my story began.
When I was six years old, my mom died from cancer. Was I sad? Yeah, but I forced myself to deal with it. My dad was a whole different story. I love him. Really, I do. But he was absolutely no help at all. When I turned eight, he started drinking. It was pretty bad. The worst part is, we lived in a totally different house. Dad was only working part-time, so we didn't have a lot of money. I walked to school by myself, which is scary in a dangerous city. My school was terrible, full of delinquents and troublemakers. I didn't have any friends at all. Things went on like this until I turned eleven. I was walking to school through a alley which served as my secret shortcut when something hard and fast hit me in the side of the head. I fell back against the brick wall and couldn't see. I could only hear voices, two teenage boys, it sounded like. They sounded angry, not at me, at each other. Then I heard them leaving when,"
"Hey, what're you doing here? This is- holy crap, what the heck happened?"
The two boys from before ran off with a couple more on their tail. A voice said, "Tilly, check on her, would you?"
Someone took my shoulders and gently lifted me up off the ground. I looked into soft brown eyes who looked at me with something I'd never seen before: Worry.
"She's okay, Riley,  just a little banged up," A girl said, now relieved.
The other voice called back, a boy's voice. "Still, those guys were hanging on our turf. Miles, Turk, go on after them.
"Sure, boss."
"We'll take her with us, Tilly," the "boss" said, "Here, I'll carry her."
Then he picked me up gently and started walking.
And that's where my new life began.

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