Hey guys this is LovePeach16. I decides to change my name into something more mature. So LovePeach16 is now BeautyStrays.. If anyone doesn't believe me, check out my other stories I have completely abandoned. Hope you like this new story
"Not all who wander are lost"
"Get back over here Jerry, I'm not done with you!" My mother's annoying voice screeched. Higher than usual, that's a new level for her. This is what I wake up to every morning. Yeah, my parents are annoying as hell. Great influences, if you can here the sarcasm in the that. I groaned lightly as my alarm clock went off.
Yay ... Another year in a new school. Not that it was my fault or anything, people just have no respect. Maybe next time that teacher won't steal my spot in the school parking lot and if it's up to me there will be a next time.
I rolled out of bed, my feet touching my black fluffy carpet that coated my entire room. I stretched and yawned, my bed head wasn't as bad as usual. Record.
"Well I'm done with you!" My father yelled back at my mother. His footsteps boomed loudly down the steps and there was a loud slam. I sighed. Why every morning.
I heard a light litter patter approach my door. My sister.
Vanessa stood in my door way, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Ignore them." I whispered and walked away and to my closet.
I knew she heard me and nodded like every other morning. This was probably our only encounter, or friendly encounter, we had all day. Don't blame me, the girl was more annoying then my parents at times.
I grabbed my towel and ran to the bathroom before Vanessa or my unstable mother could reach it. I took the fastest shower in history and jumped out, back to my room. I had to get out of this house and quick. It was deceiving.
On the outside it was beautiful, a gorgeous light blue color with dark blue shudders. It stood out from all the other plain houses on the block but the family inside were psycho.
I grabbed a light brown tank top with my leather jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans. I put on a pair of my black vans, remembering that it was warm where we moved. Miami.
Pulling up my hair in a messy bun and putting in my piercings, I was nearly ready to go. I dragged on a leather jacket over it all. It covered up my many tattoos. I had three, each one represented every time my parents told me I was worthless.
Beautiful meaning right?
The first time my mother called me a slut I got snake bites right below my bottom lip and a tattoo that said 'Not all who wonder are lost' on my right side just below my breast.
When my mother and father sat me down one night, both were rather drunk, to explain to me how my sister was the innocent one out of the family and I earned the title of a failure in their eyes, I got a pair of angel wings, quite large on my back. Ever since then, they've barely noticed my presence.
And lastly, the time my father first put his hands on me and hit me, he was drunk then as well, my mother stood there and watched. They never told my sister.
I got a belly button ring, a tongue ring and a tattoo just below the wings and right above my bum that said 'Where there is no struggle, There is no strength.' Also in elegant script. It fit me. My hair reach my mid back and it was thick in curls, natural when I did' straighten it.
Looking in the mirror pleased with my look, I grabbed my black backpack and walked out. Time to walk to school.
I pulled out my iPod and plugged in my headphones. A recent song I was working on came on and I listened carefully for mistake. That was my mistake from my screwed up life.
Tattoos, piercings, and music.
My name is Ally Dawson and this is my crazy ass life.
Hey guys I know I said that I wasn't going to make any more stories just one-shot...that one-shot thing didn't work for me.. And I got inspired to write a story, so this is a Prologue. This is a new story, and your going to love it.
Please R&R :)