A/N: What's up? I was really inspired to write this one, since the other one I have writers block, and that is no fun. Well, the skinny on this story is an AU. I'm be going by some of the movies, but just remember it's an AU and it's going to be a little different. I just hope you all like it an enjoy the ride. I think it's going to be pretty good. So, let's see what happens. Enjoy this and as always R&R! Smooches and Thanks.

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…Chapter Zero…
…Introducing Myself First…

This isn't fair. I have no reason to be going where I'm being sent to, thanks to my douchebag liar. Oops, I mean lawyer. So, now I'm on this ridiculously long twelve hour flight to the other side of the world, to stay with someone I don't even know. Fantastic. Thank God, I'm flying non-stop. I looked out the little airplane window and sighed. I guess, I'll try it. I've never been to Tokyo before.

But first, I'll introduce myself and tell you how I ended up in this wonderful mess.

My parents: Crystal Mendoza and Johnny Simmons. Mom was sixteen and Dad was seventeen when they met in high school. It's the drugs that brought them together. Great huh? Well, Mom got pregnant with me three years later, so they eloped in Las Vegas in front of a Priest and Elvis as their witness. How classy.

I was born Febuary 14, 1990 in Los Angeles. The name on my birth certificate is: Alexandra Rizzo Simmons. No joke. The 'Alexandra' comes from Grandma. But, I have no clue what possessed Mom and I know that Grease was her all time favorite movie, but come on! Rizzo? I think she was on them drugs at the time and it's probably why I was born premature. Hmm.

Well, I'm not too fond of my chosen name, so I go by 'Alex Simmons' and leave it at that. When I was three, Mom and Dad gave me a little sister. She was born July 20, 1993 in the same hospital that I was born in. Now, get this, she had a way cooler name than I did, while I got stuck with 'Alexandra', Mom named my little sister: Daisy. That's a cute name, but it's also Mom's favorite flower. Go figure.

Daisy's middle name and Mom wasn't doing drugs at the time, or that's at least what she told me. But, she was on some kind of 'Grease' kick, since Rizzo was her favorite character from the first one, that's the name I got stuck with. Yippie! Daisy was named after Mom's favorite character from the sequel 'Grease 2' and her birth certificate says: Daisy Paulette Simmons. Geez, I've seen these movies and I like the characters too, from both movies, but there was no need to name us after them.

Anyway, back to my life story I'm sure you're bored with.

I was ten years old and it was a few months or so after Daisy turned seven. She went with Dad to the store around three in the afternoon. I answered a knock on the door hours later and came face to face with some cops. What I got from the conversation between them and Mom, that Dad and Daisy never made it to the store. Dad made a detour and went on a drug deal instead. A big fight broke loose and Daisy, not knowing what was happening or why she was there instead of the store, ended up getting killed with the stray bullets. But Dad, he lived. Yeah, he got beat up and a few broken ribs, but he's serving a life sentence in San Quentin State Prison.

For being the cause of the reason why my baby sister was killed, because he didn't have to get his fix or whatever. I mean, he could of went after he took her to the store and brought her home. But, of course the drugs were way more important like it always was. And to this day, I hate him with every fiber of my being. I just thought I'd let you know that, in case you didn't.

After Daisy's funeral, that's when the shit hit the fan.

I'd always get into trouble at school, starting fights, ending up in detention every day or I'd be in the principal's office. I even had my own desk in the corner. I just didn't care and nothing was the same. I'm not saying I had a normal childhood, because I didn't. It just wasn't the same without my baby sister.

Mom on the other hand, she was depressed, doing harsh drugs, and always drinking. Plus, she didn't give a shit about me and didn't care what I did. I was twelve when I almost went into juvie. So Mom, with the help of her latest flavor of the week, decided she couldn't take care of me. Not that she did take care of me anyway since Daisy died. Mom kicked me out and shipped me out to live with Grandma in Tucson, Arizona.

The only good thing about that shitty place was that's where I met my best friend, Sean. He lived next door to Grandma and for three years, he helped me by keeping me in line and keeping me out of trouble. Not to mention, he popped my cherry on my fourteenth birthday. But afterwards, it wasn't even weird or awkward. He was my best friend and I loved him, so it was okay, and we still managed being best friends.

That same year, Grandpa passed away in the wee hours of the morning and to this day, nobody knows why. Grandpa was only, like fifty five. I have a suspicion, but I don't think I would be able to prove it. Anyway, Grandpa was cool as hell and we both liked cars. We loved The Flintstones and rocky road ice cream. He taught me how to drive, even though I was only thirteen when we started, he still showed me. Within a few months, I knew how to drive stick and automatic. Damn, I'll miss that old goat. Or middle-aged goat, I should say.

So, everything was going great before Grandpa passed. I was actually going to school, learning, and getting good grades. I was having fun with Sean without getting into trouble. I wasn't getting into any fights. Okay, maybe a few. Anyway, Grandma was only forty eight and Grandpa was gone, so I guess she figured, fuck it and went on with her life. Things started changed a few months after and that was when Grandma's new boyfriend moved in.

At first, Bob was nice to me, but then when he thought it was okay to from Grandma to tell me what to do, that's when everything started going down hill. I was slowly but surely, headed down the road I didn't want to go back to. It was in between Havoc and Distruction, but I needed to make a u-turn or something. Even with Sean being there when ever I needed him, me and this dick-head were always butting heads, plus Grandma wasn't doing a damn thing to stop him either.

A month after I turned fifteen, I came back to Grandma's after hanging out with Sean. It was after nine thirty on a Friday night, I walked into the house and Grandma is passed out on the couch and Bob is drunk, looking at me like I'm crazy. Well, dick-face started yelling at me and telling me that I came in too late. By that time, it was nine forty on a Friday! What the hell did I walk into?

I tuned him out the best I could and as I tried to go into my room, the drunken Bob grabbed me and threw me into the coffee table. I was in pain and laying in the middle of it. I was terrified about what he would do next. Since I didn't know him that well, I had no idea what the drunk bastard was capable of. But I knew, I would try my damnedest to fight back any way I could, if that's what it was going to come down to.

And that's when it began. He grabbed me by my hair and trying to drag me into the kitchen. On the way, he kept punching me or kicking me any place he could. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of scissors, that must have flew off the coffee table when I landed into it. I grabbed them scissors and stabbed Bob in the thigh. I twisted and dug into his flesh as fast as I could, then he threw me into the corner of the kitchen counter, and I blacked out.

I woke up to a bright light and I honestly thought I was dead for a moment. But, I kept hearing a beeping noise coming from my right side. I opened my eyes and saw white walls, then when I looked over, I saw a very worried Sean looking at me with concern. Sean told me that he came over to drop off my hoodie that I left at his house, then he saw Bob about to come at me with the scissors, but Sean had kicked his ass and called the cops on him, then I was in the ambulance, on the way to the hospital. Now, that wasn't the way I wanted to spend my Friday night.

A few days after I got out of the hospital, Grandma was on a rampage, and she was super pissed. Because ass-clown went to jail, and she wanted me out. STAT! I didn't really give a shit, that I had to leave Tucson, I was more upset that I had to leave Sean. I mean, best friends like him are hard to come by and they are few and far between. What the hell was I going to do without him?

The morning I told Sean goodbye, was the first time I've cried since Daisy died. I didn't want to leave Sean, ever. After I said my 'goodbyes' and the 'keep in touch' stuff, Grandma took me to the airport to make sure I got on the damn thing and she didn't leave until she saw the plane take off and was in flight. What a bitch! I have no clue what Grandpa saw in her, but then again, I wouldn't be here if he never got with the wench, huh?

Anyway, I was on a flight back to Los Angeles and I was going to have another try with Mom. But it didn't last long. I found out that Mom graduated from cocaine to heroin and meth. Three months later, Mom overdosed on a mixture of heroin, painkillers, anti-depressants, and alcohol. A week after I got into town, I met some new friends and after Mom basically killed herself, my friends gladly took me in.

You know, I'll talk about anything that went on in my life, except for what happened after I went to stay with my friends. Within that few years I was with them, I did a lot of illegal things that got me into trouble and I landed into juvie. Really, it was mostly because I refused to snitch out my friends and give them any information. I couldn't do that, they were like my family. So, I got caught by an undercover cop and he made my capture so sneaky, that none of my friends had any clue what was going on. I swear, if I see that punk-bitch again, nothing is going to stop me from knocking him the hell out. He sweet talked me, just to put me into juvie. Fuck that!

Plus, I haven't talked to them since or even know what they're up to, but that's all I'm going to say about that.

So, now here we are, back to the present on this long flight to an unknown place that I've never been before, and I guess I'll take a nap before I land.