This is gonna be like one really big story that's in a bunch of little stories. Like this one is The Haggard Beginning and there will be a lot of sequels, so just look out for them, they're all part of the same thing. I'll probably tell you the title in of the next one in the last chapter of this one.

TORI POV

People always think I'm this nice, caring, smiley girl. And I am now, for the most part, but I wasn't always this way. I used to be sick; I used to have a rare form of an extremely painful cancer, I was only six. My parents used to always work, trying to make whatever money they could to pay for my medical bills. Though they hated it, they were never home, Trina was older and healthy, she could go to school and come home and fend for herself. But I was sick, and needed constant care and attention. I used to live with my Aunt Sonja, always sick, never being able to play or make friends. I used to be spiteful, mean, and hateful. I used to hate everything and everyone, even God, even myself. Then I met her and it was like someone turned on the lights and everything became clearer. She became my savior and, though I didn't know it at the time, I would become hers.

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7-YEAR-OLD TORI POV

It was a bright Sunday morning and I was feeling a little better than I have been, so Aunt Sonja decided to celebrate by going to my favorite dinner. I usually don't like going out in public, I don't like the sad looks that people always give me, but the little restaurant was always an exception. It was like an old 1950's dinner with checkerboard floors and leather booths. But what made this diner special was the toy shop on the other half of the store with classic robots and original Barbie dolls. I would come here any day no matter how sick I was.

Aunt Sonja and I were sitting opposite each other in the booth, both of us stuffing our faces with pancakes. Then I got this familiar feeling of someone staring at me. Even though I had a beanie cap on it was still obvious that I was bald, you could still tell I was different from everyone else. Glaringly I looked up, trying to find my admirer, and see a little girl with pale skin and jet black hair duck behind her booth. Aunt Sonja got up saying she had to go to the bathroom and I nod my head, still watching the girl. The two ladies that were with her, her mom and her friend I guess, look down with amused smiles on their faces. It makes me mad that they think it's funny, like I'm a joke. The girl's mother nudges her out of the booth and she starts to walk over to me. When I see her I can't help but stare a little bit. She was just so pretty! Light milky skin and hair as dark as the night sky, red lips, she was like a real life Snow White.

"I like your beanie," I hear the girl mumble. Too be honest, I liked it too, it was my favorite in fact. It was black with pink skulls all over it, but no one ever complimented me, just told me they were sorry. So I go back to eating my pancakes, completely ignoring the dark haired girl.

"Hey! I gave you a compliment! The least you can do is say thank you!" The girl's cheeks are tinged pink and I get really mad and push her down. I hear a gasp and see her mom's friend start to get up but the girl gets up and shoves me back into the booth. I see her mom put her hand on her friends arm but I turn back to the girl as she starts yelling again.

"What's your problem!? All I did was say that I liked your hat!"

"No! You were making fun of me!" I retaliate.

"Why would I be making fun of you!?" She questions. This makes me mad again; I hate it when people play dumb.

"Because I'm bald you jerk face!" I yell as I rip off my beanie. She looks stunned for a second before she's ripping her own black and blue beanie out of her pocket and jamming it in my face.

"My moms make me take it off when I'm inside you butthead!" Butthead? Moms? I don't have time to question her before she's talking again in the same mumble she started out with. "I was sort of hoping maybe you'd switch with me, I like yours better."

I was thinking about it, Aunt Sonja says friends sometimes share things and I didn't really have any friends so I guess it couldn't hurt anything. "Fine, but you have to take good care of it! It's my favorite one." I tell her as I take her black and blue stripped one and put it over my head, sliding mine towards the edge of the table. She carefully puts it over her slightly curly hair and smiles up at me, showing where she had lost one of her front teeth. I look at her for a little bit, liking the way her smile looks even with the missing tooth when she speaks again.

"I'm Jade," She offers her hand and I take it in mine shaking it up a down a few times.

"Tori," I tell her, and she nods and heads back to sit beside her mom and they both whisper something before she lets out a giggle. Her laugh sounds like bells and I'm so distracted by it I don't even notice Aunt Sonja coming back until she speaks to me.

"That isn't the hat you were wearing, where'd you get it?"