Hey, every one, this is my first fanfiction, I'm open to constructive criticism, but other than that is too much, any who. I have a lot planned for my first story, yes there are some juicy parts for your lemon lovers, there is violence, language, references to rap.

, I wouldn't read this if I were you and didn't like reading that stuff, I know I don't. Just a fair warning, but yeah, this story is somewhat in the mystical persuasion so there's that. Not too much but gives it a spin on things.

It was another cold morning day in the small suburban town. The wind blew, and trees swayed which made for a nice scene to just sit down and relax. A girl sat against a tree that was on a clearing of the cliff that she sat on. The sun was yet to set so all that was seen of the large star was the orange glow over the horizon. She sat there not caring about what happened in the moment, she found peace when she was here. Her little place to forget the troubles that had plagued her since middle school.

She looked in her bag to look for another cigarette to put in her mouth and sighed. When she found what she was looking for she heard a buzz through her earbuds. Blowing the blue hair out of her face, she picked up her phone sighing with frustration she looked at her phone while the music still played. Looking through her phone the text said

"Marie, where the fuck are you?

" she looked at the text with anger swelling while swearing at her phone. She didn't care if she went home, no one did. It was if she was better dead than living the life she had already.

No one liked her, and the feeling was mutual, nor did she care about what others thought of her. sitting back on the tree that she laid on while continuing her cigarette. "Why does lady luck hate me?" she said looking at the scene that gave her peace in her life. Letting the thoughts slowly pry their way into her, she thought of the past before she became what she was now. "heartless" she thought of the times that she would peer the corner to stare at her crush from afar.

She wasn't like her sisters, they were blunt and forward with their crushes. She smiled thinking of when her sisters were around to make her happy, pulling pranks and talking but she was left alone after the incident that makes any good thought sour. She got up before the sun completely rose and grabbed her bag.

The cigarette not completely gone was still in her mouth but slipped down and rested on her hand when she was still getting her things. "fuck, ow" looking down she now had a burn mark that was slowly forming on her hand. "That's not going away, this blows" she cursed under her breath and picked up the rest of the stuff laid about. Walking down the hidden path that barely anyone knew she headed into the forest before she lit another cigarette

. "I really need to cut back on these"

she chuckled slightly on her little joke. While she was walking through the forest, she happened to look at the tree that made her grimace. Looking away her breath was still visible, causing her to shiver slightly.

It took her a while walking through the forest till she came upon the trailer park that she hated. "I can't wait to get the hell out of here" picking her phone out of her pocket to look at the time that read (5:23). 'time for school, yay me' she thought sarcastically. Nearing the back of her house, she heard the usual yelling that came from inside the house.

'he's here too? Great' blowing a raspberry from her lips, she put the cigarette out and climbed the two-story trailer that was kept together with concrete bricks, this made it easy to climb because the bricks only covered a portion of the house.

She planned to get her sketchpad and her homework and leave without anyone noticing she was there. She quietly opened her window but when she crawled through the window sill, her mother was standing in the door way. "Hey mom, how are you?" she said as she kept her annoyance and anger inside. "How am I? Not this shit again Marie, I told you if you snuck out one more time that you're out of here. Not that I care" her mother said grimly while holding a beer and proceeded to take a large swig. She hated that name, it meant sea of sorrow, which sounded about right.

What Marie's mother said next shook her to her core. "I want you out of here when you come back from school, I don't want you here anymore, it's even worse that your flirting with your step dad. Whore" she said this without batting an eye and left the door way, now out of sight of Marie slammed her hand down on her desk hard enough to her a crunch from her hand.

"fuck, now that's broken, like everything else" she said as she looked at her pinky and ring finger on her right hand.

'at least it wasn't my left' she thought jokingly heading to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror, she did know that people didn't like her, but she knew it was better to look nice than to look like a street corner prostitute. She reached into the drawer of the sink pulling out a few things to freshen up. She wasn't one for makeup but did like to cover the various bruises on her face from the night before.

Holding for a moment, she felt as if someone was watching her. knowing who it was, becoming nervous and pissed and grabbed the curling iron from the counter and threw it at the door way. The figure that was standing there shifted away and then footsteps were heard going down the stairs.

"fucking pervert" she grunted while finishing up what she was doing. Looking at her room she grabbed a duffle bag and proceeded to search for things that she absolutely did not want to be sold or stolen. Sniff-sniff. "ugh, I smell, can't change in here, NO FUCKING PRIVACY" she screamed out to make sure the figure from before heard her. she examined her current clothes which wasn't her favorite clothes but would admit that she looked attractive.

She wore a black t-shirt with a white skull resembling the punisher but had a band logo on it that wasn't that popular. Having a black and white leather jacket that would honestly look to from a monster hunter movie but made her look badass none the less. A pair of white and black jeans that were slightly bell bottoms.

And admiring her beauties that were strapped to her feet were her two-steel toed spiked black combo boots. The spikes weren't sharp and passed dress code surprisingly but there were three spikes on each boot on the front, there held memories that might have seemed stupid but liked them because they saved her in many situations with body hungry boys thinking that she was an easy bang.

Lastly was her favorite out of everything that she wore, secretly it was someone else's hat, but she dissected it and created a beanie that had eyes on the top front of her head and teeth that was on the brim of her bangs, not too much in her face. Lastly had a little tail on the back that looked stupid, but she loved it none the less.

Now that she was fawning over her outfit, her thoughts came back to the topic at hand. Grabbing clothes that she would need and her many sketchbooks, stuffed them into the duffle bag. Next was the laptop, chargers, pencils and many other things. Lastly, she looked under bed to make sure it was still there. Reaching her hand under she grabbed what she was looking for. Marie grabbed an object that fit her hand, pulling it out with a smile, it was a marijuana pipe, something that helped her with the stress.

Reaching down again she pulled out the remainder pf her weed and put it inside the duffle bag. Hurrying out of the house as fast as possible, she was glad to see the sight that still stood there. It was a piece if crap but still glad to have it, she pulled her keys out for her car that her big sister gave her when she was still here. The 1981 station wagon Chevy impala sat in the driveway.

Walking to the back Marie put the luggage in the rear and walked back to the driver side door. Opening the door, she slammed it shut and started the engine. The only thing that she said after that to her drive to school was, "where the fuck am I going to go now?"