Hi everyone! I'd like to remind you this is MY FIRST STROY and it's not that good so, yeah

Hope you like ^^ (it will get interesting later on in the story)


My life is a living hell. I may be powerful but i'm powerless against their parental authority. They destroy my life! Then when I start to get to know and understand them, their gone forever. At my parents funeral I actually cried. I had never once cried to or for them. Whatever feeble thing I had to say never compaired to their jobs. They didn't care, what I did. Tears of joy continued to trickle done my cheek, as the coners of my lips pulled into a smile. They were finally out of my life.

My name's Katya. Kitty for short. I'm an unloved fifteen year old girl, who everyone thinks is weird. Just because I prefer to wear jeans over a short miniskirt. Practically all the girls in my high school are bimbos. I don't have any friends at all, they think i'm a freak.

" Why is she smiling?," a relative of mine whispered, thinking I couldn't hear,

" Her parents just died and she's smiling, after all they sacrificed for the little twit she smiles at their death".

I snapped," They were not good parents. They did not sarifice anything for me! All they cared about was their own lives! And who do you think you are making assumptions about me!!!" I screamed.

What right does she have saying that stuff? She didn't know my parents, and she certainly didn't know me.

" How rude, have you no respect?" she said, disgusted.

" I do have respect, but not for people who don't know the very meaning of the word", I replied, in an equally disgusted tone. I stormed off to my car.

My auntie drove me here, she waited in the car during the funeral. She knew what I was going through, she actually knew my parents and how they treated me.

" You stayed longer than I thought you would, what happend?" my aunt Anya said, putting down a magazine.

Aunt Anya is from Russia. She had lived there for years until my parents wedding. She left Russia behind and came to live in my own personal hell .

" Some snobby relative got to me" I grumbled. We drove back to my empty villa in silence.

I wasn't in the mood for talking. Even though I despised them, my parents were dead and I needed at least half an hour to mope. My auntie didn't live with me, she had her own apartment. She asked if I wanted her to move in but I said she didn't have to give up her life to help me. So, i'm living in a huge mansion by myself. Woo hoo.

When I arrived at school the day after my parents funeral I heard stacks of gossip concerning new kids that were coming here," They're, really weird, they dress like Kittystein" a barbie gossiped.

They called me Kittystein cause they're not very creative (like I said before TOTAL BIMBOS), I have watched kids shows with scary names than that.

" I heard the girl hates pink! What girl would hate pink?" a bruentte barbie commented. All eyes settled on me. I hated pink! It's way to girlie for my liking, that's one of the reasons I'm not accepted. Just then all talking stopped, eyes locked on the doorway. I turned to see what the dumbasses were gawking at. My breath caught in my throat.

There standing in the doorway was the most drop dead sexy guy I had ever seen. A hot, goth-like boy stood in the doorway with tousled black hair and piercing crystal blue eyes. Even though this was the first time I had seen him, he seemed very familiar.