Prologue.
I sat in the office, bruised and beaten, wimpering and angry. I sat alone. Waiting. waiting.
You see... I am a abused child, unknown by everyone until now. In one night, my entire life had completely derailed itself and cause titanic amouts of pain, in my heart and on my skin. My father had killed my mother, then tried to rape me. Fortunatly, I escaped before any major damage was done. My father was caught and sentanced to 5-6 in prison. Now, many would think that I would be happy about this. I am not. Due to the fact that my father had a amazing lawyer, he will come out of prison to look for me. I have been placed in the care of the WPP and will be forced to change how I look and move to New Jersey. Yes, that is 3,000 miles awy from my home and life.
I live in Malibu, California. I am a 14 year old blonde skater chick with great friends and lots of family (outside my real family). I have two best friends. Miley Stewart, my BFF! and true friend. We've been friends since 6th grade when she moved here from Teenesse. She has a double life. She wears a blonde straight wig with bangs when she is Hannah Montana, a total opposite from her brown curly locks. My other best friend is Oliver Oken, one of the biggest donughts in Mailbu and a great guy. We have been best friends since the inccedent in Pre-K with his crayons. He was there for me with everything. I had a crush on hmim for about a year and then he told me he liked Miley and I stopped liking him.
Back to what is happening. Last night my father was arrested. I am waiting for the social worker to come take me to get my things and then to say goodbye to Miley and Oliver. I was still very bruised and hurt, sitting, walking standing all killed. BUt when I was told that I would be living in New Jersey, my heart suffered more pain than any flesh wound could. The social worker finally appeared in the doorway.
"Ok, Lilly, Are you ready to go?" I nodded quietly, stood up and followed her out to her car. We drove over to my empty house, I pack all of my belongings. My clothes, pictures, all my things. Once I was finshed, I said goodbye to my house and we went to Miley's house, where I supposed Oliver was too. We approched the beach house on Maple street. I walked up to the door. I rung the doorbell, to see it opened by Miley. I started to cry.
"Lilly? Whats wrong? and why did...you...ring... the doorbelll?" (See Profile for outifit.)
"I'm sorry, but is Oliver here too? I wanted to say goodbye to both of you."
"Goodbye? Lilly what's going on!" Oliver asked as he came over. (once again, see pro for outfit)
"I can't tell you why, or where I'm going, but I'm really sorry, I'm leaving and I'm not comming back," I hugged both of them and started to leave. I turned to look at them one last time. "I really am sorry, guys, I'm going to miss you." I started to cry, I ran to the car waiting for me, and got in. I drove away balling and in pain.