Author's Note: HI! This is my first fan fiction story and I'm really excited to share it with you all! I'm a sorta-good writer and please only submit supportive criticism.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight related-that all belongs to the fabulous Stephenie Meyer. And I am sooo not her-if I was would I really be here right now?
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Chapter One: Welcome To My Crappy Life VPOV
BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! My aggravating alarm clock sounded way too early in the morning. It was 5:45 AM, time to get up and start my first day as a junior at the small town high school in Ketchikan, Alaska. I live alone with my abusive dad, Kevin-not having heard from my mother since I was ten when she ran off with another man. That's when my dad started being like the way he is now; abusive, terrifying, and grotesque. He actually used to be nice and gentle, not criticizing me every opportunity he got and calling me worthless and the reason my mom left us.
Over the years I've actually come to believe him. I mean I had no friends or anything, I was barely even passing in school. So, I don't blame her for the sucky life I have now, living in fear of coming home and getting killed every single day, not having any friends, and cutting myself. All of that was my fault-if only I was better in every way she probably wouldn't be living the way I do right now; cutting myself. Only deep enough to feel the pain and to escape the outside discomforts of the world for a little while-never deep enough to die. I don't know why I don't just kill myself already and get it over with, I have nothing to live for.
Enough rambling on and on about my pathetic life and onto the story. I grumpily sat up and stretched, wincing when one of my cuts got stretched too far. I looked down at my blood-stained shirt and sighed, another day to live in agony-wahoo. I slowly got up off of my mattress and walked the few feet needed to my door. I slowly creaked it open freezing when it squeaked. I finally managed to get the door opened without making too much noise and stepped outside into the hallway. I silently tiptoed down the hall and to the staircase, staring down at the couch where Kevin was passed out on-thank goodness. Knowing that the coast was clear because he was more than likely experiencing a hangover I quickly walked back up the hall and to my bathroom.
I turned the rusty knobs of my shower on and stepped in. The hot water was comforting against my skin-not something I experienced much, comfort. I washed my hair and body, having to scrub a little to get the caked on blood off of my wrists where I had cut myself the night before. All too soon the water began to get cold so I got out of the shower. Respiration covered the mirror so I wiped it off, staring at my bruised and scarred body. I lightly traced over some of my old scars Kevin had inflicted on me over the past years. I hated the scars and bruises that covered me from head to toe, I wished they'd go away. The only bad part about cutting myself was the scars it left behind, the sensation was refreshing though. Like I said, I just hated the scars. I finished looking at my ugly body and fixed my blonde hair in its usual manner, flat-ironed and emo-looking; perfect.
I then walked back to my room, silently to ensure He wouldn't wake up. Looking through my pitiful closet I chose something to wear-a black t-shirt, dark-washed skinny jeans, and my trusty old black Converses. I put my ensemble on and glanced at the clock, it was 6:50-time for me to head out the door and grab breakfast. I grabbed my black hoodie and bag and made my way downstairs. I slowly opened the front door and winced as it groaned and Kevin's snoring stopped. I froze and in a few seconds his snoring proceeded. Assuming he was still asleep I squeezed out of the door and made my way to my old, beat-up black Camaro. I got in and dug my key out of my bag, shoving it into the ignition it roared to life and headed to Flo's Diner at the end of town.
My car roared through town, causing people to stare but I didn't mind-I'd gotten used to it. About seven minutes of driving later I arrived at the diner, just like I did every morning to get something to eat. I pulled my car to a spot and stepped out into the cold morning air, pulling my hoodie on as I walked to the door. A few teenagers I recognized from school stood by their cars and laughed at me, calling me all sorts of names. But I didn't care, I didn't care about anything anymore. I'd grown numb to the pain of the teasing and what-not. I entered the diner and took a seat, a waitress immediately came over and asked me what I wanted to drink-coffee, my usual answer, came as a reply. She came back with my drink and I ordered my food. When she returned I looked up at her and winced because she looked just like my mom-blonde hair and big green eyes, but only I knew it wasn't her, this woman was too young. Seeing anyone who looked like my mom made my heart ache, I wanted to cause them pain so they would know the pain I was feeling. I also wanted to believe it was actually her, and that she had come to save me. But it never was and I never got any satisfaction over it.
I finished eating and headed to school. I liked getting there as close to 8:00 as possible because I didn't have anyone to talk to for those few extra minutes before class. I parked in my designated parking space and shut the car off, stepping out into the parking lot. I heard people laughing at me, calling me "The Emo Girl"-but like I said, I didn't care. I lethargically made my way to the office to get my schedule, and the secretary smiled at me. Needless to say I didn't repay the favor. My locker number was 613, I noted without any emotion, the same as last year. As I walked into the building and down the hall I could tell this was going to be another boring year, the same as before. With people taunting and teasing me aimlessly, and to wrap it all up going home every night getting beat. Super. I guess I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going because I bumped into someone. I came out of my faze and stared at the face of the gorgeous boy before me. He had straight black hair and piercing light-blue eyes, I looked into them and felt fireworks go off. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," he said, looking rather shy, "I'm Jace by the way, Jace Black." "I'm Violet Thompson," I replied, not noticing anything in the world other than the marvelous boy in front of me. He smiled at me and showed his brilliantly white teeth, dazzling me. And then I did something amazing, something I hadn't done since my mom left. I actually smiled. At that moment I could tell this would be no ordinary year.
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A/N: Sooooo, tell me what you think! Love it, hate it, what? Plz tell me! If you do I might give you a cookie!