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Chapter 1: Forde..no? oh ok.. asshole ._.

' A heart made of stone. Callous and bone.

Fracture and Tear it out.

To let it go and to think, I called it my own.

And never would have thought.

The pain could gr-'

" Dammit Britney!"

Jumping out of my seat, I turned around in my swivel chair and eyed my clearly pissed off mom. Raising an eyebrow, I waved and took off my black headphones, beats, and hung them around my neck. Her eye's held some kind of glint… oh shit that's anger.

" You drove my car didn't you?"

I went silent and looked around, jabbing my thumb against my chest and gave her the confused look.

" I know you did, and it is wrecked! How does a 13 year old crash a damn car! What were you even doing inside it! You know-"

I zoned out when she started her usual speech about how I need to listen and wait until I'm 14 so I can take drivers ed. I mean come on, you can't hold a kid out on something that looks so damn enticing and fun! Now can you? Wait.. you think they should…. fuck you then. Ok ok, I know, breaking the fourth wall, yep that's how I roll. Anyway reader, why don't I give you a back story on this here… maniac.

Ok so this is Hermione. She's my mother, she's good looking actually… take her out! My father died when I was 1, he was visiting New York when 911 occurred. We were devastated, heartbroken. Anyway, my mom is around 5'7, weighs… I have no idea, she never lets me know. Well she has rather high cheek bones, heart shaped head, blue lidded eye's, slightly arched nose, thin lips, and big ears. Yeah.. I call her Dumbo. Back to the horrible description of my momma. Her hair is a hazel color and reaches her hips when she has it down, but she often puts it in a bun or ponytail. Though today, she wore it in a ponytail. OK back to the story… can we skip the chewing out? ( Me: NO DAMMIT SHUT UP! )

" Hermione, calm down! I'm sorry ok" I tried to calm her down as I stood down and looked up slightly to stare at her anger filled eye's.

That only caused her to scowl and fold her arms over her chest. Looking down at me, you could put a sign on her face that read, ' Run for your life, explosion ahead'. Biting my lip, I held my hands out as a sign of peace. I was never one to actually.. listen to what I was being told. Well what 13 year old is.. don't you dare say you.

" You know what… It's fine…" she mumbled and gave a sweetly innocent look down to me. Oh shit… this isn't good now is it?

Taking a step backwards, I bumped into my bed, and I let out a nervous laugh, " So uh mom.. what's wrong?"

She only gave me the same smile and moved over to where I stood, " Oh nothing… just wanted to know if.. you got three A's. Remember if you did, I'm not allowed to yell at you, and if you did, you can come with me to get a new car. Good thing insurance gave me 4'000 bucks for now"

Hope filled my eye's and I nearly did my happy dance. Wait.. she thought I didn't get three A's… oh she was in for it! Grinning slightly, I nodded and reached over to grab my binder and zipped it open. Rummaging through my papers, I found my 3 babies. Smiling, I handed her the graded papers.. the one's I actually didn't forge! Taking them in her hand, she looked them over.

" Lets see… A...A...A-" she mumbled the last one and looked at me, lowering the papers and raised an eyebrow.

" Its still an A woman!"

She grinned and let out a low sigh before putting them down on the nearby desk. " Alright.. you're forgiven for now… and come on lets go get my new car"

Pumping my fist in the air, I ran over to my desk chair and grabbed my black and violet checkered hoodie, it also had cat ears. Throwing it on, I ran out the door, seeing as though she had already made her way down the steps and was waiting downstairs. Smirking, I stopped by the bathroom and looked myself over. I was short, 5'2 , weighed around 94 lbs. My hair is a dirty blonde, it goes to my lower back and was in a high ponytail. Blue eye's, low but high cheekbones, full lips… Shocking, an oval like head, but still had the shape of a heart. Unlike most girls, I don't have my ears pierced. I'm what you could call, a tomboy.

You could tell by my hoodie, my Blood on the Dancefloor shirt, black skinny jeans, and knee high combat boots. I always wore bandages from my elbows to my knuckles. Don't judge, it's just how I am. Like I was saying before, I made my way down and outside. Since I may have crashed my mom's car… into a tree…. in front of our house. We had to walk, and trust me, fluffy, me, does not like to walk or run far distances. So as you could imagine.. I was groaning and panting by the time we arrived at.. oh all that's holy!

" Oh mom ford! You're joking aren't you!"

" Yeah you're right, I am"

I went quiet and watched as we walked through the drive way and to oh dear god have mercy! Bolivia's used car dealership. Please, I saw this guys commercial.. you could tell that some were bound to be stolen. Sighing, I looked down and shook my head as the salesman made his way up to us.

" Ford..no? Oh ok… asshole" I mumbled.

Mom looked like she was going to nail me in the face until the colored man walked towards us. Smiling, he stopped and looked between us.

" Welcome to Bolivia's, how can I help you find lady's?" he asked and smiled greedily towards us.

" Oh we're here to get a new car.. and one that my daughter will use when she's 14"

" Oh wait, that's technically means its going to be her first car! I'm honored, that s makes us almost family"

I raised an eyebrow, " I had to come here.." I mumbled as he grabbed my mom and led her away. Grumbling, I followed after. The man pointed over to his mom, she flicked him off and he threatened to bash her head in with a rock… mine and my moms usual weekends. Smirking, I watched as he showed her a few cars, but my eye's landed on a nice Camaro. Yellow with black racing stripes. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I looked around and made my way over to it. Placing my hands on its hood I grinned, " Hey mom, lets get this on, it has racing stripes!"

The salesman and my mom made their way over and the man examined the car. " Never seen this one before.. HEY BOBBY, YOU SEEN THIS CAR BEFORE."

Ignoring my mom's complaining, I opened the drivers seat and sat down. Placing my hands at 10 and 2, I rubbed the leather and wiped off the center of the wheel, to find some kind of strange symbol. Staring at it, I heard my mom ask how much the car was. Though I couldn't help but giggle at the air freshener.. Beeotch.

" Well 5'000 because of the custom paint job"

" Custom? It's faded!"

" yeah well it's custom"

"Pfft oh yeah custom faded"

" I am not paying over 4'000"

" OK then kid get out of the car" the man said and lent down to look inside the cracked window.

Frowning I got our reluctantly and watched as the man tried to show off some hunk of junk. But the camaro's side door flung open and knocked the man inside. Laughing, I held my stomach until a high pitched ring filled the air and we went down. Covering my eye's, I opened my eye's and looked around in shock. All the cars, except Bee, yes I'm calling him Bee, had their windshields busted out, all over was glass. Standing up, the man looked around and held up 4 fingers,

" 4'000" Yes the car was ours!

Ello there readers! This was my first fic on here and wanted to know how it was. Should I keep it up, what do you guys want, and do you guys want to put yourself in here? Since there will be no love in this crap! Unless you want some. If not, tell me!