Hi, I'm new to this, so I'm sorry if it sucks.

Now is the part where I'm going to say how I don't own anything and how not to steal my story but let's be honest, we all know that I don't own avenges cause if I did, I wouldn't be writing this, I'd be making a movie and I honesty don't care if you steal this cause this is basically me stealing little parts of each story I have read and using some imagination.

So, here we go

THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF 2017 FOLKS, NOT A LOT HAS CHANGED JUST THE WORDING A BIT DIFFERENT

Chapter 1; In which I make you listen to my lives story and depress you just to answer a question

A girl stood alone in an empty classroom, the mint green walls dirty and faded, the few desks that was left were covered in mold and the wood rotten. The chalk board held remains of math formulas and the ungraded papers that lined the floor looked especially grim as the first light of day came through the dirt covered window and holes where the glass was shattered.

I am that girl, the one standing in the ruins of a building that was a school so long ago. This school reminds me of my past, any past for that matter.

Great kingdom has fallen, Empires destroy, lands abandoned, forgotten by time. Nothing last forever, everything must die at some point.

I know, depressing, right? Don't worry, I'm not always like this. I'm usually very cheery, its just that I can't find it in me to be cheery right now.

let's start with the beginning, that's always a good place to start, isn't it?

I was born on a cold winters day, the first day it snowed that winter. My mom always told me about the day I was born, she said she was over hours when I came into being, that I was a miracle. She had given me the name Alexandria Amelia Jones, long name, right?

I never knew my father, she always said I was the gift he never knew he had given her, that he had a someone he loved more than anything and that she has me to love and I have her and that was all that mattered. My mom had given me her surname so the only thing I had of him was the physical features he had given to me unbeknownst.

My mom was a smart woman, but unfortunately because I came into the world she had to leave the world of academic achievement. She would work two jobs to send me to a good school, so I may receive the education she forfeited for my upbringing and thus with the stress for work and being a single parent she worked herself into a early grave.

Have I depressed you yet, no? Good, cause it will only get worse from here.

When I was 7, she was in a car accident and passed away. I remember the feeling when she died, it was like a stab in the heart. I couldn't breath, everything was a burr. But I didn't cry. Everything dies in the end, but the journey is what counts, she would say.

They couldn't find my birth certificate anywhere, their searched my old house top to bottom and there was no record in the hospital so I was send to...

wait for it, wait for it...

Foster care

You know, that horrible thing. I have been in and out of foster homes like you would not believe. Hey, I can't help that everyone I met wants to kill me. I'm just that charming.

Not

Now I'm 15 and am in 11th grade. I go to school with my three best friends: Carly little-miss-boy-crazy Evens, Peter I-will-pick-your-pocket-in-2-secs Johnson, and Scarlet I-will-smother-I-mean-mother-you-to-dead Smith.

So, are you still wondering why I'm in an abandoned school or did I depress you into killing yourself? If your still here then I'm in this old school cause...

I was told to be here.

Yes, I make you listen to my whole life's story, just for that.

*Mental Evil Laugh*

Anyway, I always like to think I'm a reasonably clever child and some of the activities I like to do cost money, like buying old computer components and createing useful and cool stuff with them. While being a foster kid does have few few advantages on occasion, it doesn't exactly paid very well.

P.S. Glasses are cool

And you know how I told you about Peter, well, he may or may not have taught me some street skills like; pick pocketing, pour-core, and a little tiny bit of hacking.

Ok, I'm going to be honest, a lot of hacking.

So to make money, guess what I do...

Have you guessed yet?

I GET PAID TO HACK

I know, awesome right!?

I know its wrong, shame-shame on me. But I get paid for it, and its good pay too.

So, anyway, I'm waiting in some abandoned school for some rich guy to paid me money for something I'm already going to do.

As I gaze out one of the broken windows, completely lose in thought, I heard footsteps behind me.

They are loud, so a man, there is a slightly greater than average amount of time in between the steps, so a tall man. I can heard the fabric rustle as his legs brush together, sounds like a suit, a very expensive suit judging by the soft noise the fabric creates. There is also the sound of a briefcases occasionally brushing against his leg. So a tall rich business man.

He reaches the door way and comes to a stops.

"Its nice to finally meet you, Miss Jones"

I smirk and turn around

"Likewise, Mr. I don't know your name but are probably important"

So, how to you like Alex so far?

Review and tell me!