A/N: So, this is my first fanfiction. If I get something wrong please feel free to tell me but be patient, I'm still learning.
Anway, hope you enjoy the story.
"Its your fault that she's gone. Now you're betraying me as well." The words cut me like a knife and fresh tears sprung into my eyes. Do something. Don't let him talk to you like that. My hand clenched into a fist at my side and I didn't even realize it. I didn't care anymore. "You don't know me! You just want to send me off because you I'm not your daughter. You think if I leave you'll just forget. But my mom is never coming back, no matter what you do. She never loved you as much as she loved my real father!" I was shocked by my own words and so was he, only he got over the shock faster. He slapped me and the contact immediately made my cheek turn red and anger boil inside me. Suddenly, he flew across the room and hit the wall. My anger faded and raw horror filled me. What had I done?
Hold up. Before I get to far into my story, let me backtrack about 5 months. Wouldn't want to leave everyone hanging, would I? So, my name is Bree Summers and I live in Santa Cruz, California, by the beach and the boardwalk. I'm 16 years old and a junior in high school. I know, I'm like a baby. But I skipped 10th grade, so deal with it. I have mid-back length light brown hair and tan skin because of the sun. I'm 5'8", 95 pounds, and I have... unique eyes. One green and one blue, and its not like they're both light colors so its hard to tell. No, I would never get that lucky. One is bright green and the other is bright blue. I'm antisocial, partly because of my dysfunctional family and partly because I'm just not a people person, mostly because of my age and eye color.
When I was six my mother died in a car accident. I was in the car with her, but I survived. As far as I'm concerned I should have died too, and I don't think anyone would have cared if I had died. My father is a police officer and he's never home. I doubt its just because of work. After my mom died he barely spoke to me. Something has changed and I don't know what. Isn't stuff like that supposed to bring a father and daughter closer together? Is it wrong that I think he should want to protect me more, because I'm all he has left and vice versa. I guess that's all just in my head.
On top of all that, my best friend Adam left me for the popular group on the first day of Junior year. He's 6'2" has black hair and blue eyes. Plus he's the quarterback on the football team (Which is why so many girls are attracte to him. *and hes the only football player I will ever like, if I may add that... Or so I thought). A lot of girls used to look at him but I never noticed his looks. I had been friends with him since I was born, so he was like my older brother. Anyway, he was a year ahead of me in school so he wasn't expecting me in his grade level. It didn't matter because he was already one of them. I realized that was why he hadn't hung out with me at all during the summer. At school no one would talk to me and I was isolated. The loner. After a while, I didn't mind it that I was completely alone. Until one day when the populars, more specifically Adam, thought it would be fun to mess with me. Something happened that would change my life forever, as if I wasn't already weird enough. You thought I was gonna spill the whole story right now, didn't you? If you wanna know, then you gotta keep reading. See you at the end, if you think you can make it...
A/N: Okay, there it is. Leave a comment, tell me what you thought and I'll have the next chapter up soon.
