A/N: Okay, this story might go for a while…But it'll turn out great I hope… It should be more descriptive, might not have some people in it as much, or at all, but I'll try…
ZPOV
"So my Mom won't let me go to the party…"
"What?"
"I can't go."
"Why not?"
"Because my Mom is a paranoid woman…And totally insensitive." I said, scoffing at how disappointed Laney sounded…
"Um…Okay then…I'll call you later, okay?"
"Mmm." I said and I hung up, she'd find someone else to go to the party with right?
"Zara, what are you doing?" My Mom shouted up the stairs.
"Nothing…"
"Well, you better be doing your homework!"
"I'm done!" I shouted back, slammed the door and grabbed my photo album.
I started to look through old documents my Mom put in a long time ago.
"Harpers Island Massacre Leaves Family Broken", that was about my Mother and Grandpa, who didn't survive the second massacre, I ever knew him.
My whole family, almost, had been killed by a man named John Wakefield…Even I was almost killed by him.
I shivered as I thought about it, I didn't remember. Good thing too…Since he killed everyone who loved my Mother except my Father…
"Zara, come down stairs please." My Dad yelled up, he was the nice one.
"Why?" I half-whined, half-shouted at him. I wasn't really nice to them, took them for granted.
"Your Mother wants you damnitt." He shouted back, and I dropped my phone, Daddy never yelled at his little girl.
I walked down stairs, my hair hanging in my face, grudge-like.
"Young-Lady, what the hell do you think you are doing?" My Mom asked me, looking me up and down…Explanation-seeking, so pathetic.
"I think I'm hanging out in my room, like I can and like I will." I said, turning up the stairs, sweeping my hair in her face.
I looked back and her face was in an "O" shape…I had never acted out before, now it was my time to shin I guess.
"Zara! Down here now!" She shouted, she's had practice at that.
I ran. I locked the door. I jumped out of my window. I ran the hell away from there.
I wasn't very smart though, the back gate had a lock on it, and the key was in the kitchen.
I trudged my dirty feet through the house, leaving brown footprints and made my way to Mom.
"What."
Her face pinched up, and I smiled. "Zara, watch it."
"Yeah yeah, okay."