Why do eggs classify as a breakfast food? And oatmeal too? I wondered as I was eating, you guessed it, eggs for breakfast. I wondered a lot. Many people like my mom worried about me daydreaming. She didn't even like it when I went outside for some weird reason.

All the sudden, a hard, loud knock at the door pulled me away from my breakfast thoughts. If only breakfast was the least of my worries...

My mom quickly opened the door, and there stood a tall, middle-aged man. He was dressed nicely, and you can tell he was a rich man, however, he was furious. "Where is my child? Dammit, Mary, where is the child!?" He bellowed, entering our small apartment uninvited. He immediately stops, obviously seeing me innocently eating my now cold eggs. He slowly approaches, my heart pounding.

"Hello," he whispers, still peering in my chocolate-brown eyes, identical to his. Kneeling down, we are now eye to eye, he asks, "What's your name, sweetheart?" It sounded caring and soft, opposite of what I heard earlier.

His long thin fingers seem to know exactly where it was, his face scanning mine. His nimble fingers grazed my scar, and his face lit up with recognition. "Danny?" he questioned carefully.

I nodded. "Danielle, it's always been Danielle. But you can call me Danny. I like it better," I said shyly.

Then, his handsome face switched to fury. He lifted me up from the ebony dinner chair and swung my body over his broad shoulder, ignoring my kicking and screaming. He passed me to another person I didn't notice. "Later, Mary."

He left my mom in the living room, kneeling and wailing for me to come back. I hit the door hard with my head really hard, and my world immediately turned black.
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Was I a troubled kid? Yeah, you can say something like that. This was my tenth foster home. Wait, you're probably confused about what just happened with my mom. It's a long story, 16 years worth.

Basically, I was brought to foster care at the age of 1, and dealt with ten horrible foster parents within 15 years. The first I ran away at age six. I lasted very little at each foster home, some longer than others. Something weird always happened though. Either disaster struck, or once, there was a fire, and I only remember being really mad. Waking up in a hospital with a furious foster dad wasn't fun. I finally escaped his abusive clutches by showing the people in the hospital the scars and bruises he gave me when he was drunk.

Finally, my tenth foster home was with a sweet woman named Mary Cruz. She had her daughter was kidnapped in the past, and when she saw me, she claimed I was her missing daughter. Turns out it was true. Anyways, back to the story...
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My eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was a boy kneeling next to my bed, eyelids closed. Okay, boy was an understatement; he was probably a man. There were bags under his eyes, and when I sat up, he quickly opened his eyes. "Are you okay? You had a nasty concussion there."

I just stared at him, my chocolate-brown eyes making contact with his sea-green, bluish eyes that seemed to gaze into my soul and... Wait, I'm going VERY off topic here. "Who are you? Do I know you? Please don't say I have amnesia. Where am I? Where's my mom!?" I asked in a frenzy. I have never asked so many questions in my life, but the only thing on my mind was the sake of my mother.

"Calm down, I will answer all of your questions. My name is Alex Garcia, no, you don't know me; you don't have amnesia, and finally, I believe your mom doesn't know you are here."

"What are you talking about? She has to know! Call her right now!" I demanded, reaching towards him. He looked like he had a secret and was guilty. "What's wrong, why can't you call her? Who brought me here? I demand you answer me!" I was now panicking.

"Danny, calm down! You will have an anxiety attack if you continue! Please, I'll tell you whatever you want, but just calm down!" He looked scared, and before he told me anything, he looked out the door as if anyone was going to spy on us.

"What was the last thing you remember, Danny?"

I thought really hard. Suddenly, all the memories came rushing back.

"I was kidnapped. TAKE ME HOME NOW!" I started crying. Wow, I was really emotional today, so much, Alex looked startled.

"Okay, I can't. See, that man is your dad, Henry Martinez. I am your..." He struggled to say this.

"My what?" I asked nervously. I had no idea what he was about to say.

"Iamyourfianceesincechildhoodandwehavenochoice," he mumbled quickly.

"Excuse me?" He seemed really nervous.

"I am your fiancée since childhood and we have no choice." He said slower, confidence building up.

"WHAT!? NO! I'm too young to get married, and I don't know you first."

"Au contraire, we have met when we were younger. Remember this?" He took out a blue yarn with macaroni and beads on it from under his T-shirt. On his, it said Alex.

I gasped, and took out mine. Danny, it said, the old purple yarn reminded me.

Flashback:

This was my second foster home at age 8. It was a family of three. I had an older brother and two parents. When I was first brought home, Alex presented me with a yarn necklace he proudly made himself. I remember being so touched because nobody has given anything really to me before. That was the only foster family I let myself grow attached to. But his grandmother hated me. She forced me to escape by feeding them lies about me. My departure was short and depressing.

I zoned back. I looked at him straight in the eye and my expression softened.

"Yes, I remember you, Alex."

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2: Chapter 2

Sorry for the delay.
Let's begin, shall we?

Since I am practically the QUEEN of weird dreams, (I am!) my dream wasn't exactly normal. In fact, it was more of a distant memory…
I was back in my room, lying on my fabulous bed, sketching. I remember randomly drawing something. I was really distracted because that day, my boyfriend cheated on me, and when my mom found me in my room, I was surrounded by ripping papers, and a sketchbook in my hands. The weird part was terrified recognition lit my mom's face when she saw my drawing. It was of a man I had never seen before, until now, because after seeing it one more time, I knew who it was. It was my father.

_NEW_BEGINNINGS_
I woke up with a thin layer sweat on my face, and screamed. Alex was right in front of my face, staring intently at me. It was a bit creepy at first. Then he spoke.

"Your father wants to talk with you."

I just stared at him. No way was I talking with him. I shook my head no.

"You have to talk with him eventually, you know."

Me, being my stubborn self, shook my head again, refusing to talk to my supposed 'dad.' If he kidnapped me and was the reason I was rushed to the hospital, then I don't see why I even had to look at the jerk.

"Please Danny, he's really worried and wants to talk." His voice was now becoming desperate. "Please, at least, for me?"

I glowered at him. "You can tell him to cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it because I don't give a-"

I was cut off from the door bursting open, my 'father' appearing.

"Leave us alone, Alex."

Alex looked at me, while saying "Yes sir," and left the room.

He then turned to look at me. His voice then turned gentle.

"How are you, daughter? Are you okay." I frowned at him. He obviously isn't seeing alright.

"Am I okay? Gee, I don't know if you're seeing what I am, but I'll help you out. IM IN A HOSPITAL BED!" Every ounce of anger building up inside of me has been released, and my anger was apparent to him.

"And I apologize for harming you, but your mother left me no choice."

"But you took me from my mother! Do you know my past? Every child needs a mother, and when I finally got mine, mine to keep, you come in and snatch me away from her!" I snarled at him, feeling the sadness in the pit of my stomach. I wanted my mommy, no matter how immature and childish it sounded.

He just stared at me. Apparently he hasn't seen people furious before. Loner, I scoffed in my mind.

"You think I don't know your past?" he began quietly. "You really believe I don't know anything about you growing up? REALLY!" He yelled. He started crying; scratch that, sobbing, and I just laid in the bed awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He started murmuring something along the lines of 'its her fault.'

Thankfully, the doctor came in and the silence stopped. He told my dad that I could be released that same day, in the afternoon. I was relieved because trust me, there is nothing better than delicious pizza compared to hospital food. But, the car ride was completely horrendous. There was just some awkward silence with the occasional "how are you" from Mr. Martinez. Very awkward indeed. So I just fell asleep. Typical me.

Finally the car stopped and I woke up. Surprised, I see a colossal mansion bigger than my old school. There were many marble statues of Greek gods and goddesses surrounded by lush green hedges in a garden. The house seemed like it had thousands of rooms several occupied with luxurious drapes, however, several unattended. There were also balconies after balconies along with the occasional statue, which were Greek Gods, as Mr. Martinez told left the car and headed into the colossal mansion. I wonder what awaits me...

3: Chapter 3

The outside of the house was just as gorgeous as the inside. It was a Victorian style on the outside, but on the inside, there was an elegant staircase parting in half, fit for a castle. "Wow," I said to myself, fascinated with the architecture. I immediately ran upstairs and looked at the rooms. Finally, I looked into a room with the walls painted a dark purple. My style, I thought to myself. There was a piece of string hanging from the ceiling. I curiously pulled it up and to my surprise, an dusted, ebony ladder came tumbling down. Looking to make sure nobody was looking, I peered outside the door. My father had left to take care of business his partner was complaining to him. She glared at me. Her expression obviously said her hatred to me. Yup, gotta bring the prankster in me back. Bring it on, Blondie. I thought.

Anyways, I closed the door and scurried up the ladder. In it, there was a room enough to drive someone insane. It was empty. The walls were white. This is going to be my secret studio.

_New Beginnings_

After telling Luke, the butler, where to put my stuff (stubborn butler, wouldn't let me do it myself, ugh!) I headed downstairs to eat. Unfortunately, the Blonde Bitch was still here, following my father like a lost puppy. An ugly one, I might add. She met my eyes & looked as if she had lost her appetite.

"Oh, forgive me. Danny, this is Ms. C.C Johnson, my business partner. C.C, this is my daughter."

She smiled sweetly, and fake. "Nice to meet you, darling. Henry, might I have a word with your daughter in private?" My father nodded, obviously pleased.

She pulled me aside. "Listen, bastard." She spat in my face. "Your father will eventually fall in love with me and when we marry, I will make it my lifelong goal to get rid of you and your money-hungry slut of a mother. Capisce?"

I glared at her.

"Listen bitch, you know nothing of my mom, or me. You have no idea what I have fucking gone through, and I will make it the last thing I do to get rid of your clingy ass from this house. Do you understand?"

Haha she wants to get rid of me. Won't be so easy, bitch. Mwahhaha… Phase 1 begins tomorrow…

A/N: Yay another quick update, well, for me. Sorry for the cussing, but this is a rated T story, so yeah. IDEAS! Help me out people if you want to let your inner mischeviousness be put in the story. R&R!