I DO NOT OWN MYCANDYLOVE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS (I do own my character though)

Hi guys! This is going to be my first story and I don't really know which boy I will choose to do the whole FanFiction on. Vote in the comments and then I will go along from there. I hope you guys like it!

"What do you mean you don't believe in God?" My mom's voice boomed through the dinning room that I was sitting in. I had never believed what the pastor said to me. I had never wanted to be a child of the church. I just knew that it was time to tell my parents before it went to far.

"I-I..." Words never seemed to form from my mouth. I sat at the table with tears forming in my eyes. My parents were were hovering over me, waiting for an answer. "I just don't." I finally seemed to spit out.

"This will not go unnoticed young lady!" My father screamed, making me jump back in fright.

And it never did go unnoticed. My parents decided that I should go off on my own into the world. They thought that I could be fearless. They thought that I could go on, even though I had major depression. They disowned me and left me hanging with only money in my pocket and a place to be. I knew I would break. I knew I would fall. But I tried as hard as I could to stay up.

It was in the middle of September when I moved to the simple town of Amoris. The leaves were orange pieces of paper falling down to the ground where they would be swept around. I stepped out of the moving truck as I stood in front of my new home. My hair instantly swept into my face as I looked at the exterior of were I would spend my nights.

No. This wasn't home. This was just a prison cell with windows and doors. I started to walk to the door and I got strange looks from people across the street. I knew I looked strange with my green and blue eyes ,my red hair, my very light skin, and my short, slim figure - my mom was 5'3 and my dad was 5'6, leaving me with 5'4 - but they didn't have to make me feel like a monster that wanted to devour them whole. My white pitbull, Marley, followed behind me, panting like she just ran a mile. The man who rode the truck helped me with my stuff but his glare at me never reeked 'normal.'

Great I felt like a monster.

This is only a short chapter... the other ones will be much longer, but this is just a 'starter offer."