A/N: Alright, this has been a work in progress, for a very long time. I have no idea wherethis came from, but I wrote this down and was able to drag it out into a story. So please tell me what you think! The chapters will get longer, I promise.
Part One
I sat on the porch step alone...yet again. I was always alone. I had no good friends, they all either started smoking or doing drugs in high school. God help me if my dad caught me doing that.
'What do they care?', I thought. 'All they really care about is work! Work this, work that! They don't make time for me, none what so ever!'
I was thinking about my good for nothing parents, Tony and Michelle Almeida.
They where NEVER home. Always at work, no time for their 15-year-old daughter! As far as I was concerned, I had no parents. They didn't care about me, then why should I care about them? I probably never would. I'll bet if I got addicted to coke or crack they wouldn't lift a finger to stop me.
I sighed. Then I saw a dark green Ford Expedition coming towards the house, Mom and Dad's work car. Only, it wasn't Mom in the passenger seat. And it wasn't dad driving...
