A/N - Hi all! Well I was sitting up late one night, watching My Chem vids on my computer, and this popped into my head, so I decided to share it with y'all! This is set like, now, but they are younger, and I also added Bob in, cause I love him! But anyway, enough of me ranting on! Please review, let me know what you think, and the next chapter should be up soon! Oh and, by the way, I'm not actually from England, I'm Australian, but I really like British peeps, so I made her be one! haha

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and original characters. I wish I owned My Chem, but sadly, I do not *Insert sad face here* Oh, and the name Katniss I got from The Hunger Games, but there is no copyright intended, I just really like the name :)

Chapter 1

Starting at a new school was supposed to be a 'good change'. Well that's how my Mum explained it. I had been to a few different schools, but a different country? Well that was completely different. My name is Katniss, you know, like the plant. Yeah, my Dad was a bit of a hippy when I was born. Anyway, I'm English, along with the accent and everything, but my Dad was pretty abusive, so last week, my Mum decided to tell me that we were moving to New Jersey, in the United States. I was shit scared. Living with just my Mum was going to be hard. My Dad was abusive, but my Mum was an alcoholic, and she got pretty rough when she was drunk, which was most of the time. She had only gotten custody because of the fact I was hospitalised on several occasions on my father's account. Well my back story is pretty long, but you will probably get all the pieces throughout this story. This is the story of how I moved away from my home country, without the slightest intentions of liking America, but meeting the most amazing people in my life! Well, here goes.

~Tuesday, March 8, 2011~

"America?" I shouted, stunned that this could be possible. "Why?" My mother looked down at me with firm eyes.

"Because your father is an abusive asshole, who deserves to rot in fucking hell," she replied to me angrily.

"You can't be serious?" I said, half to myself. Tears were threatening to overflow, but I kept them back. They weren't really tears of sadness, more anger. I was angry at my Mum. She was making me move to a foreign fucking country, away from all my family and friends.

"Just go and pack your bags Katniss," Mum said in a exasperated voice.

"Fuck you," I said, walking past her. She ignored me. I ran up the stairs to my room, and slammed the door. That's when the tears spilled. I knew Mum wouldn't come in, so I let them fall. I grabbed out the suitcase I had never used from under my bed, and shoved my clothes in it.

-Two hours later-

I looked at my room, boxes everywhere, but everything packed up. my closet was empty, my bed packed. Apparently everything was being shipped over before we got there, and some of it had gone already. I took a deep breath, and continued lugging the rest of my boxes downstairs. Of course Mum didn't help me. She was too busy being drunk. Downstairs Mum was drinking her life away.

"Katniss," Mum slurred, with a glass of wine in her hand.

"What Mum," I replied, not stopping and walking past her to the truck outside. I heard no reply from my drunk mother. I sighed and walking inside after dumping my boxes in the truck.

"Mum?" I asked, looking around for her.

"Guess again," said a very male voice. Fuck I thought. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw my father standing there with my very scared mother in his arms, but not in a very friendly way.

"Dad," I said to him, stopping where I was. "What are you doing here?"

"Well I heard you were moving," he started, and Mum tried to squirm from his grip. Bad idea. As she moved, Dad bashed her head against one of the benches in front of him. Mum was knocked unconscious, not for the first time on his account. "I just had to stop that," he finished, flashing his menacing smile.

"Please Dad," I whispered, but he shot after me, jumping over the lying heap of my mother on the floor. I took off, going for the stairs, but I was too late. I was about half way up when he grabbed my legs and pulled me down. I screamed, trying to grab hold of something as he dragged me down the stair case. Tears were flowing freely now. He flipped me over so I was on my back when we got to the bottom of the stairs. He hit me in the face.

"That's for trying to leave, you bitch," he spat, and I turned my face away, and felt blood running down my face.

"Please don't do this daddy," I cried, struggling under his grip. That's when he pulled the knife out. He put it up under my chin and lifted up my face with it. I averted my eyes. I didn't want to see my father like this. This crazy, psychotic monster. I couldn't function if I saw him like this.

"LOOK AT ME YOU BITCH!" he screamed at me. I did what he said, sobbing harder. His eyes were bloodshot, indicating the drugs I knew he was taking. He also had huge bags under his eyes, and the scar along his right cheek stood out more than usual. His greying hair was matted and sticking up in all different directions, like usual.

"What do you want with me?" I sobbed, trying to avoid looking in his deep blue eyes that matched mine. He trailed the knife down my chest and to my stomach. I flinched away from him.

"Oh nothing," he said with a smile. "I just want to make sure you can't go anywhere." And with that he sunk the knife into my abdomen. I screamed out in pain. He flipped me over and started carving the knife into my back. It was like he was writing something, but the world was beginning to fade. I could faintly hear sirens in the background, I rolled over, and a sharp pain rippled through my body. I groaned in pain, and looked up to see my father in hand cuffs, and my mother with a phone in her hand. She had saved my life.

A/N - Reviews? They would be great! Let me know what you think! More will be happening in the next few chapters!