Today was Tuesday. Two days after that horrible, horrible incident. I avoided my foster parents as much as I could yesterday. I wondered if I could do that again today.

Today was also September 14. My birthday. Not like anyone knew. Not like anyone remembered. Not like anyone cared.

How coincidental that I was kidnapped two days before my birthday.

For some weird reason, Liam wasn't at school yesterday. Not like I cared.

Jerry wasn't either. That made me slightly concerned. Especially in the state he was when I last saw him.

After I got ready, I went downstairs. Maybe I'd get a bowl of cereal or something. I was really hungry. I wondered why. Oh, right. I didn't eat dinner last night.

Unfortunately, my foster mom was sitting in the kitchen. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to her.

But as if she could read my mind, she simply greeted me, "Morning, Harmony."

I acknowledged her with a nod, then went to get my breakfast. I was so not in the mood today.

After I ate, I went to grab my backpack. As I was about to leave, I stole a look at myself in the mirror next to the front door.

People say I'm emo. I'm not surprised. I'm wearing a black hoodie, as always, and navy blue skinny jeans. My dark brown hair was chin length, and a few stray strands peaked out from under my hood.

I should have asked my parents why they named me Harmony.

For some reason Harmony sounds so light and happy. So carefree.

The opposite of me.

I could see why I was such a nice person to be around. I rolled my eyes. Who cared.

When I got to school, I was happily surprised to see that Jerry was there. Hanging out with Liam. I groaned. I walked past them, trying to say hi to Jerry. I knew he saw me. But he didn't even acknowledge me.

I felt my heart crack.

But why did it hurt so much?

I had lost people before.

My parents were in jail.

I guess I should have known.

I guess, for me, having friends was impossible.

But it's better than having to be friends with Liam.

Right?