Small Soldiers?

Prologue

As I walk in the door, I heard my step father yell, "Elli! Get in here and clean up this mess!" I sigh as I walk into the living room to see my step father with his wife-beater top and his boxers lounging on the couch watching some sports channel. I them noticed that the room was littered with beer cans and other trash, but mostly beer cans. I went to the kitchen and picked up a couple of trash bags, one for the regular trash and one for the beer cans. I then went back to the living room and started cleaning up the mess my family made. My name is Elizabeth Belington and my life sucks. I use to have a wonderful family with just me, my mother, Mary Belington, and my father, Robert Belington. But then my father died in a car crash and his death really devastated my mother and me. After his death, mom found another man and dated him for a couple of months before they got married. After they got married, I noticed the change in my mother. She became meaner and would constantly beat my up. My step father, Jack Cell, started to beat me up and he, especially, tries to make my life a living hell. Mom and Jack hate me because I look a lot like my father. I have hazel colored eyes and my hair is a dark brown, almost black, colored that reaches to just below my shoulders. I often wear T-shirts and plain jeans, but Jack sometimes tries to make me wear really low cut shirts with mini skirts. I know that all he wants is to look at my "stuff", so I try to avoid him as much as possible. I love to read, write, and draw and my most favorite movie ever is Small Soldiers, but all this doesn't help me when it comes to school. School is just as hard as home when it comes to getting bullied and nobody helping me. I have no friends, so I'm always by my self when I start getting picked on. I tried to go to the councilor's office, but they never help. I'm really good in all my classes and I never get detention. My teachers do like my good grades, but they don't like the fact that I'm so quit all the time. Lots of students often call me a "teacher's pet" and that doesn't bother me that much. What bothers me is when they talk smack about either my father or Small Soldiers. I love both very dearly. Small Soldiers helps me forget my shitty life and I know my father still loves me, even in death. Both of those thoughts always help me keep living my life, no matter what happens. But people often say that my father slept around, just so they can see me getting pissed. They also comment that Small Soldiers suck and that movies like The Hangover are the bomb. Now you know about my shitty life. But little did I know that in the very near future, my life would change for the better and the worse.