Okay, so this is the beginning of my new fanfic. I'm not sure how fast I'll be updating, but reviews speed me along! Let me know if it sounds worth continuing!

"I know what you're going to say." Lea sighed impatiently to break the silence in the car. Unconsciously, she began to fiddle with her earring as she always did when nervous or uncomfortable.

"You can't keep doing this, Lea." The driver replied as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His tone wasn't hateful but very stern, and somewhat tired. She didn't respond, but slouched down into her seat and glared at the passing scenery.

"Whatever." She grumbled, feeling smaller than usual but not knowing what to say. He always said the same thing over and over, but there were never any consequences so why should she even bother?

"You can't keep quitting." Her father went on, "You have to find something and stick to it." He sighed, "And stop getting into fights." Lea frowned at his last comment, and touched her chin. It was scraped up due to a fist fight she had gotten into not even an hour ago.

"He asked for it." She shrugged nonchalantly, letting her hand fall back to her lap.

"I don't care who asked for what." He father scolded her, "You just got this job. You worked one day then quit, and when I arrive to pick you up, you've somehow managed to get yourself into a fight! How do you cause so much trouble in such a short amount of time?"

Lea bit her bottom lip in annoyance, wishing they would reach the house already so she could shut herself in her bedroom for the rest of the day. A street light turned red, and she felt her father's eyes on her face.

"You're a quitter and a fighter, Lea, and that has to change." He stated, "If you start a job, you keep it, and you're fights just have to quit completely. You're seventeen, it shouldn't be such a problem to act maturely."

"What do you know about me?" she snapped, thankful when the light turned green and he set his eyes on the road ahead again, "You don't know anything about me, okay? So stop pretending you do. And stop pretending that you even care."

"Leanne Denise Harper." He reprimanded, "I don't want to hear anymore from you."

"Then stop talking to me." Lea suggested sharply as they pulled up in front of the house. Not waiting for the car to stop, or even for the vehicle to stop moving completely, Lea jumped out of the car and briskly made her way to her bedroom.

Lea ate in silence, keeping her eyes on her plate the entire time before asking to be excused. But her father spoke before she had a chance to get away, and she internally groaned. He was going to reprimand her. Again.

"School ends this week." He stated but didn't pause long enough for Lea to edge in a smart aleck remark, "Do you have plans for the summer."

"Not a single one." Lea stated smugly, "And that's the way I like it." The only sound after her words was of her chair being shoved roughly and her footsteps on the hardwood floor as she walked briskly from the room.

Lea stomped up the steps, staring at the stairs as she ascended to the second floor. There were family pictures on the wall, but she only glared at them as if they were the cause of her father's annoyingness.

After entering the second door on the right, Lea slammed her bedroom door and pounded her fist against the top of her dresser in frustration. She hated him. She hated the house they lived in. Everything.

With a sigh, Lea walked slowly, almost hesitantly, to stand before the full length mirror in her room. She frowned at what she saw, her reflection copying the facial motions.

Lea stared at the girl with straight, auburn hair that would hang limply over her shoulders if it wasn't held up in a high pony tail. She was short, there was no denying that. Maybe that had something to do with her frequent injuries in her fights she got into. Being small was such a nuisance.

Her eyes were plain, clear blue like her fathers, but she tried to ignore the singular similarity, refusing to be anything like him at all. Lea sighed and narrowed her eyes at her reflection before taking a small step closer to the mirror.

She was wearing all black. Black skinny jeans, black tank top, black boots, black gloves, and her hair was tied up with a black pony tail. She didn't have any jewelry on except for a silver necklace and her black hoop earrings.

Lea's hand touched her chin where she had been injured in her earlier fight. There was no denying it-even she knew she was fortunate that someone broke up the fight before she had gotten seriously injured.

Turning from the mirror, Lea scowled as she peeled off her gloves and tossed them on her dresser with a glance around the room. She didn't fit into her bedroom. Despite her preference, it was decorated with baby blue and her bed had a flowered bedspread.

The room was pitch black, and Lea tossed and turned before finally giving up and tossing her covers aside. Yes, it was past midnight and her dad had warned her on several different occasions that her curfew was 11, but it had never stopped her before.

In only a few moments, Lea found herself in a fast food restaurant eating greasy French fries and staring out at the city lights all around her. She wanted to get away, and what she had told her dad was true-she didn't have plans for the summer. Maybe she'd take the car and drive off to who knows where for a couple weeks.

"This seat taken?" a stranger asked in a friendly tone, making Lea turn her steely blue eyes onto him. She wasn't interested in socializing or conversation. She just wanted to be left alone. If her dad could just grasp this fact, they would get along much better. Lea just wanted to be left alone.

"Doesn't matter, you aren't sitting there either way." She shrugged before biting into another fry, not blinking or turning her gaze away from the stranger before her. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and some worn out jeans, she noticed.

"Well, I-" he began, but Lea interrupted him as she stood up with a glare at him.

"This seat isn't taken either." She commented before walking off, tossing her trash in the bin on the way out. The warm air hit her in the face as she reached the outside of the building. Breathing in the city air, she started walking and letting her thoughts drift where they pleased.

The Lucas/Jonas brothers won't be in the story until chapter 3. Review and I'll update soon! Thanks for reading!