Hey guys! Well I can't keep only one story going at a time, its like immposible for me lol so i'm starting another Degrassi story...my other one isn't really a degrassi story it was more of a adventure story involving Eli (:. this ones going to be like a normal Degrassi story, less exciting. I hope you guys like it! New character! Almost all my stories have new charectors i'm not sure why tho...o.o BYE!

Chapter 1 (:

Manage me, I'm a mess

Turn a page. I'm a book half unread.

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with just because..

I want to feel weightless, and that should be enough!

But i'm stuck in this fukcing rut

waiting for a second hand pick-me up!

And I'm over getting older!

I banged my head back in forth listening to my favorite song Weightless by All Time Low. This almost felt like old times. Almost. The only difference was I was skyping with my best friend, not talking to him personally. That was the only part of this situation that was unbearable.

Jared. My best friends name was Jared and he was everything to me. Then all of the sudden I was forced to pack up all my stuff and move to fucking Toronto, Canada! I missed him so much that it made my stomach churn. He was the only person in my life that mattered at the moment. Every since my mother had died...

I heard glass shatter making my stomach churn but not in the good way like when I was with Jared. This was the bad way, the way when you knew something bad was about to happen and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Nothing at all.

Jareds lips were turned down into a frown, he had heard the glass shatter. An appolegitc smile formed on those pink lips I loved so much. Jared was the only person that knew about my dad and his mental state, thats how much I trusted this boy. I liked to keep my thoughts to myself that way none of my secrets could fall into the wrong hands.

"Dad troubles...Bye man..." I whimpered closing out Jared's beautiful face and exposing my wall paper. A picture of me and my mother right before she died. It sent a shock wave of sadness down my spine making me shiver. I bit my lip as I prepared for the impact about to come in contact with my body.

"Fucking bitchhhhhhhhhh!" My dad slurred barging into my room a green glass bottle in his hand. He had been drinking. That was never a good sign. Dad threw the bottle at the wall behind me making me flinch. I turned my head and looked at the limp remains of glass on my shag carpeted floor. They looked so out of place and...defeated...Yeah defeated seems like a good word.

"Dad...Your drunk...go to bed." I responded flatly looking into his dark almost black eyes trying not to let my fear show. In my head I was screaming, screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn't need to deal with his verbal and physical abuse everyday, well I shouldn't have to. No kids should have to.

"Your not the boss of me you...you SLUT! Your just like your mother." Dad yelled spitting venom into every single world. My heart shattered. It wasn't enough to hurt me everyday he had to bring mom into it to? He knew that was my weak spot and he was to much of a jackass to let the oppurtunity to hurt me slip by. I scowled at him and stood up from my chair anger boiling in every inch of my body.

"Listen to me dad, if I wanted to I could just pack up my stuff and walk out are front door. You would have no one left in your life to put up with your shit and you would die angry and alone! I'm guessing you don't want that! So shut the fuck up and get out of my room!" I spat making my dads eyes buldge slightally and mine to. I hadn't stood up to him in quite some time. The last time I did something like this I ended up in the hospital for two weeks getting glass picked out of my stomach with tiny metal tweezers. Of coarse I couldn't tell them that my dad had threw a beer bottle at my gut, I had to tell them I tripped. Lies.

My dad slapped me open palmed square across the face. I didn't even flinch or curse from the pain. Its like my face had been slapped so many times that I didn't even feel it anymore. The only places that he could still hurt were my stomach and my pride. He hurt my pride a lot.

Dad collapsed in my arms tears falling in streams down his cheeks. I sighed. This wasn't the first time either. Dad every once in awhile would have a crying break down and beg me not to leave him. I don't think he relized yet that it was illegal for a minor to live on there own, of coarse I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Please don't leave me! Your all I have left Rosie!" my dad sobbed into my shirt. I rolled my eyes at the nick name he had givin me before he obtained his drinking problem. He had obtained his drinking problem right after my mom checked into a VIP room at the mental hospital.

"I won't daddy." I responded adopting a voice like I was talking to a five year old little girl who had just lost her dolly. Its the voice my dad needed weather he'd ever admit it or not. He needed attention. He needed compassion even if he didn't deserve it.

"Dad go take a nap ok?" I asked wearily kissing the top of his head. I knew last time he had objected to the idea of a nap but he seemed tired and hungover so he just nodded and left the room. I sighed in relief. I had gotten away with standing up for my mother and I with only a slap. That was a freaking record.

Tommorow though was going to be great. Tommorow I would be starting Degrassi High School. I could actually make new friends and maybe find someone half as cool as Jared, that would bde great. I needed a friend to talk to right now that wasn't thousands of miles away. I could even fall in love. Pfft no way. Love wasn't my thing. I loved to hate. Just remember one thing about me. Roses have thorns.

Well thats my first chapter...it turned out ago. (: oh and I relized I never gave the name of the main girl, her names Rosella, her dad calls her Rosie and she prefers to be called just plain Rose. O.K R&R pleaseeeeeeeeeee. Along with my other stories Assassin's daughter (degrassi) and District 14 (The Hunger Games.) BYE! (: