Hi everyone, its Taylor (xotayxo) and Julia (xx-juliaaa) here, and we've decided to write a story together!! Its Julia at the moment, but Taylor is here in spirit :) This is the intro chapter, starting everything off and it was written by Taylor (who is awesome and you should check out some of her stories!). So, we hope you enjoy it, and please review!

Love Taylor and Julia.

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Chapter 1

17 year old Michelle (Mitchie) Torres was anything but ordinary. If you saw her two years ago, you wouldn't believe it was the same girl. Mitchie had gone from a sweet, kind, innocent, girl to a hard core rebel who didn't give a damn about the world.

Her mother wondered what she did that caused her daughter to become the complete opposite of what she was. On the rare occasion that Mitchie and her mother actually had a civil conversation, Mitchie always attempted to convince her mother that she wasn't at fault for the way she acted. Her mother never believed her.

As the year went on, Mitchie became progressively worse. Her grades slipped from straight A's to D's and F's. She always had detention, and was friends with people who always got into all sorts of trouble.

Away from the watchful eye of her mother, Mitchie tried drugs for the first time at the age of 14. Not finding that to her liking, she into alcohol a year later, and has been addicted ever since. It's no small feat that she hasn't been caught by the police. Yet.

A normal Saturday night for Mitchie? Going out and drinking. Her friends' parents didn't care if they drank, as long as one adult was present. Mitchie would stumble home in the early hours of the morning, and sleep till noon. She'd wake up with a horrible headache, but always took 4 Advil and got on with her life.

You'd think that with all the partying and drinking Mitchie does, that she was no longer a virgin. But, she made a vow to herself and God when she was 13. And as much partying she does, she never once let alcohol take control of her hormones.

But she had no idea that her mother had something planned for her that would turn her life upside down.

Friday Afternoon

Mitchie was in her room, strumming away on her acoustic guitar. A little known fact about Mitchie? She loves to sing.

Mitchie would spend hours in her room, playing either the guitar or piano and writing lyrics. Right now she's written 4 songs on her own, and wants to record them. She has a beautiful, clear voice, and she knew her talent was like no other. She was just never given the opportunity to showcase her talent.

Downstairs, her mother was livid. Mitchie's report card had just come in, and Mitchie received 3 C's, 3 D's, and 1 F. The principle of her school had also called the previous day, saying she had gotten into a fight during school. This was the last straw. Picking up the phone, she dialed her father's number. He lived about 4 hours away in the mountains. Connie loved going there every so often as a little girl, and she knew her parents would be glad to take Mitchie in. She asked if Mitchie could stay 2 months with them, maybe more if needed. Her father agreed at once. Connie also explained why she wanted Mitchie to "go away for a while," for lack of a better word. She told her father she would be up there around noon the next day and bid her father goodbye. She knew Mitchie never went out on Friday nights; simply because she did not want to get caught by herself and her husband, since they always stayed home.

Making her way upstairs, Connie stopped at her daughters closed bedroom door. Rapping sharply on the hard wood, she heard Mitchie yell, "It's open!" She opened the door.

"Mitchie, care to explain how you're almost failing all of your classes?"

Mitchie's eyes grew wide. She thought she had grabbed the envelope containing her report card from the mail 2 days ago. "Damn," she muttered.

"What's it to you, Mom? I tried to tell you, I don't care anymore about school!"

"What about the numerous detentions you have? Or the fight you got into last week?"

Mitchie's eyes narrowed. "The kid was asking for it."

"Michelle! It doesn't matter if the kid asked for it or not, that's not something you do as a senior in high school!"

Mitchie just rolled her eyes and went back to strumming her guitar.

"Michelle Rose. Pack your bags. You're leaving tomorrow."

Mitchie stopped strumming her guitar and looked at her mother. "You can't make me leave."

"The hell I can! Pack your bags. You're going to Nana and Pop's for 2 months."

"What?! Why? What did I do?"

"Look at yourself Mitchie. This isn't who you are. And I know you know. Be ready to leave here around 7 a.m. And if I have to, I will drag you out of bed."

Connie went over and gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you, Mija. I just...I just want to make things better for you. You deserve more than what you're getting into."

She looked at her daughter, and Mitchie gave a small smile. "Love you too." She said quietly.

Mitchie, sensing defeat, sighed and put her guitar down. Her mother left, closing the door softly behind her. Walking over to her closet, Mitchie pulled out a duffle bag and a messenger bag. She also pulled out various articles of clothing. Going over to her chest of drawers, she pulled out most of the clothes occupying them and put them in her duffle bag. She also grabbed her makeup bag and blow dryer.

Closing her duffle bag, she picked up her laptop and placed it in her messenger bag, along with the power cord and her song book. Picking up her acoustic guitar, she placed it in its case. Placing everything near the door, Mitchie changed into sweats and drifted off into a restless sleep, nervous and anxious for what was to come next.

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