She remembered it to well. Losing her mom. The blood, the screams, the anger.
"I'm only 6." said the roadrunner softly, knowing it was a lie. Since that night, she had never been 6 again. "I can't do this." the blond hair fell over her face. Its pony tail holder falling apart. Her blue and purple feathers seemed to glow. "I shouldn't." but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she had taken a knife and drove it threw his heart... with her mind. She wasn't normal. She never would be. The girl looked at a picture she had taken from her home. it was of her mom, a purple roadrunner, with a blue and purple roadrunner. She always knew it was her dad, though her mom would always say,
"Don't ask Heather! I never told him about you." That was her life. Her mom working all the time to pay for the crumby apartment, while Heather went to school and surpassed her teachers, always thirsty for knowledge. She had finished school last year, and was furious she couldn't go to university. The last thing she had told her mom was she hated her.
"I didn't mean it." said Heather, crying. "I didn't mean it!" She curled up and cried for a long time. Then she stood and said, "I'll find my dad. I hope."
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what do you think? Hugs to who guess who Heather is related to! And cookies