"Do you have to?" I said crying, "I didn't do anything! Its just who I am!" My dad turned to me and slapped me, my heart beat 1,000 miles an hour. I turned to my older brother and called his name, he just turned away from me.

"You are a disgrace to our family name!" My dad said as he hit me again.

No if you are wondering, my dad wasn't drunk, he is not abusive, and he is not unstable, he doesn't do this to anyone but me...

"Dad please!" I sobbed for mercy.

My dad picked me up, and carried me to the door, I screamed my brothers name as I kicked and screamed, but nothing... he just looked at me, I cried his name again and again, eventually he, my brother... left... with tears in his eyes, I yelled for him not to leave but he had already ran to his room, my mom begged my dad to stop but as they say "The hits just keep on coming..." I finally was free of his grip I fell to the ground crying but I had to move fast if I wanted to dodge my dad's blow, I dropped and rolled as my dad punched a hole through our drywall, I cried for anyone to help I even tried calling 911 but I was too slow.

He slapped me again, so hard it made me cough up blood, but then he grabbed my arm and because I was very short I was hanging by my arm, then he opened the door and after one last painful slap the hardest he had given me, my birth dad, literally through me, his 13 year old daughter... out of the house...

My alarm began ringing at feels like way to early, I jumped from my bed, and opened my closet pulling out, my cropped tan leather jacket with dark leather elbow pads, my light teal blue tank, my dark jeans with oil on them, my knee high tan leather boots and my antique goggles with a leather strap which I wear as a headband I also use them when I repair cars at my father's repair and detailing auto body shop, I tied my hair into a braid and began walking down the hallway which led to the kitchen/living room, "Hello, May!" My adopted father said with a smile.

Judging by the smell he was making my favorite: bacon and pancakes.

I half smiled, and sat down, I am not a social person, I don't talk ever, (I can I just don't.) I was always made fun of at school so that's why my Father pulled me out, (yeah it was that bad.) My life stinks, but I am getting used to being alone, "Sleep well?" He asked and I, said nothing he knew what that meant. Ever since I was abandoned, my life has never been the same, and it doesn't halp that I have ADHD... being a 15 year old girl with no friends and no birth family is hard, I only have my adopted Father, Walter Green a 70 year old man, who helped me when I was on the streets, in return I work at his auto repair and detailing place, above the office is our house its a small apartment like space, with 4 rooms, the master bedroom, my bedroom, the kitchen/living room, and our full bathroom.

"Nightmares again?" Father asked, I just looked at him and nodded, he grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes, his wrinkly face twisted into a smile, "He can't hurt you anymore, and you know I would never do that to you..."

I looked away for a minute, everyone knows my attention span is 0.01, he hugged me and I snapped back into reality, he has never made me laugh and he has never made me actually smile, it's not his fault, its just I feel like have forgotten how, "Ok?" He said smiling, I half nodded, "Ok?..." he wanted me to talk, I hate talking, and I stutter every few words,

"O-ok..." I ever so quietly mumbled.

He smiled and with his Louisiana accent he said, "Well good!" He rubbed my head messing up my hair,

I had blonde hair that went 2 inches past my hip, which was tied into a braid, he messed up my bangs with his big rough hands.

"Time get down to the office, I reckon!" He said as I followed him down, "Are you still working on the other car we got in the shop?" He said once we got down there, I walked down the hallway and pushed open the door which said 'Employees Only'.

I opened the door which led into the the service bay, the cars were propped up jacks, I went to the old junky van that was in the back I put my goggles on and grabbed a wrench, 'Why don't they ditch this trash heap?' I thought.

After a while. (About 2 hours.) I got thirsty and we have a water dispenser in the front desk/waiting room.

I walked in and was greeted by my father after getting a drink I was about to leave, when someone came in, he was fairly handsome, he had brown-ish red hair, what looked like green eyes, his cheeks where dusted with freckles, and he looked to be 16 or 17, maybe 18. "Why hello, Jay!" My father said, obviously he knew this guy, I however have no clue who he is, either I never paid attention, or I never actually met him.

"Heya, Walter!" Jay said smiling, "Got more, work for ya!" He said as he walked up to the desk

Father laughed, "What did that piece of junk do now?"

Jay giggled, "Transmission went out." He said bummed, I turned around to the paper work with my back to the door when I heard the door open again.

"Again?!" My Father said laughing, Jay nodded. Father got serious, "That costs about $400." Jay looked bummed, "But I'll give it to ya on the house!"

"You don't ha-" Jay was interrupted.

"I want too!" My father said, I heard someone gasp, I got to distracted to turn around, Jay and my Father began talking about women, old cars, and other things so I went back into the bay, I checked the time it was about 11:24am.

After what seemed like forever, was over... it was finally lunch time, I decided to eat out, so... I wiped my brow and began pulling my goggles up.

Once I left the building a walked to a nearby McDonald's, I am there now... what annoys me is people stare at me... I think its because no one ever sees my out anywhere, I guess... I began finishing up, so I threw everything away, and headed out the door.

All was normal until I got to the cross walk, for some reason I saw someone with Jay, that looked like my brother, instantly flash backs of all the abuse I had, had as a kid came back to me, the bruises and the cuts, all of it came back, the slapping and the hitting, then I put my hand on my cheek and felt the scar that was on my cheek, that scar came from the day my family abandon me, I looked at the teenaged kid, who looked so much like my brother for a period of time I thought he was my brother, tears came to my eyes, as I began reliving it all, the stinging from the slaps, the pain from the hits... the smell of blood...

I tried very hard to keep under control, (ya know without sobbing.) but I did run...

I was heading home... running as fast as my some what short legs, would take me... I wiped my tears, I now was just mad, but sad, I am classified as unstable, but why?

Another good question is why did my brother leave me when, dad was slapping me...

I finally a block away from home when I stopped running, then I wondered was that my brother? Why would he be hanging out with Jay? I see a lot about the ninja on the news, you know, Jay, Kai, Zane and, Cole? I finally was putting it together my brother is on the news a lot too, then it all hit me:

The reason someone like my brother would be with them is because, he was some great guy now.

That was my brother. He was with, Jay because, Jay is his friend along with the rest of the Ninja. Of course because, Lloyd, my brother... is the like ruler of that dumb ninja team...

Today, I think... is gonna be the worst day of my life.