Do you know the feeling? The feeling of having so many intelligent, worldly thoughts flowing through your mind, but never having the ability to communicate them? If you don't know already, it's horrid. Yet I live like this everyday, as I have since birth...
These were the type of thoughts that ran through Avery's head, as she sat on her window-seat in her room. See, when she was born, the doctors said she had a bit of an "issue" with her lungs, do to her mother having done drugs all throughout the pregnancy. Even having known this her entire life, however, she could never force herself to hate her mother for it. So instead, every day for about five years, she'd put on a smile for the mother she knew needed it. At least, she had until she had been thrust into foster care then to this insufferable place. Returning her attention to the world outside the window, she gave a small smile. "I suppose even the sun cries..." She thought, an unknown light filling her eyes.