A/N: TADAA! Sooo if you are a reader who is checking this out from my other story, I told you! But if you're new to me and my style of writing…you have been warned it can get quite weird. But I love making people laugh so you will be entertained. Please Enjoy this(: OH this is femmeslash Problem? They go and click your back arrow please. If not READ ONE LADY! Err..or dude?

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Lavender-They Don't Know Me

Life is unfair.

I find myself constantly thinking this in my head.

And then there's this quite ass voice in the corners of my mind saying, "It doesn't have to be." Life that is. But I ignore that voice because it's annoying as hell.

But you see life is a gift, a blessing if you will. What we do with our blessings is up to us correct? Ha, what bull shit.

I decided to 'come out' (where the fuck I was before?) when I was 13. My mother, then Renee Swan, looked at me smiled really big and said, "Well Isabella, I know that!" Then she continued to paint our kitchen a horrid bright yellow.

My father on the other hand did not take my 'gayness' as well. He went into a rage, and almost beat me to death. My mother packed our shit so fast his alcohol clouded head spun. Two years later we got a call that he was dead. He'd drunk his self to death, at least that's what Renee told me. The doctors say he had a heart attack. I say I don't give a flying fuck.

But that's bullshit. All I've ever wanted that I couldn't have is a father. But life is just unfair like that.

Renee went to the funeral.

That was the day I started to ruin my already fucked up life.

Drugs, sex in school janitor closets, and expulsion. Just to let you in on a few things I did.

Then one day Renee totally rocked my whole fucking world. And not in the good way, nope she turned my living nightmare into hell on earth.

"I can't deal with you anymore Bella, I can't get through to you. Maybe it's time I stopped trying."

My life's so fucking unfair.

My mother gave up on me, fucking boss.

So here I am, sitting in this crappy shit, on this crowded plane getting stared at like a fucking alien.

Justin Nozuka is blasting from my head phones and my shades are firmly placed on my face.

I can feel it; I wish they knew I can feel it. The business men in their suits, the unaccompanied minors and their game boys, and the pregnant mothers and their snot nosed sons all staring at me like I'm some kind if freak. Their eyes are glued to my scarred up wrist, shaking their heads pitying me. Bastards don't know me.

They don't know shit about my life, but they all probably feel sorry for me. Bull. Shit.

They don't know that I'm on my way to a small town by the name of Wayside to live t=with an uncle that I've only met once. And even then I was too fucked up to remember what was said and done. They don't know that the closest city to Wayside is Houston and that is a two hour drive away. They don't know the Wayside has a population of 426 people, along with cows, chickens, pigs and other animals I could care less about. They just don't fucking know that Wayside mother fucking Texas is 78 degrees IN THE WINTER, and has just about 3 more inches of rain then the good damned Sahara. These pity filled eyes don't know that I was born and raised in Seattle, Washington where I've fallen in love with the rain.

They don't know me. So they can go fucking themselves.

My life is so unfair.

"But it doesn't have to be…"

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