A/N: Well, I wrote the story Little Pieces last year and I saved it all on a flash drive. It was nearly finished, when the flash drive snapped in half. It was unfix able. So, I decided to write it again. A LOT is changed, if you read Little Pieces. I'm gonna stop talking now and let you read the story.

I'd like to let you know that this story is an Alternative Universe, in a way. That will come up later. The main thing to remember for later is that I've changed the date of Julia's death to April 22nd, 2010. Not 2009.

Okay, go ahead and read now.

Chapter 1:

(Julia's POV)

Beep.

That's the sound of a car, stuck in a traffic jam on the highway. Or, possibly, a car slamming on its brakes right before it hits another car. Beep could be the sound any number of things in a daily life. For me, it was the sound of my alarm clock.

Beep. Bee-

And that's when I slammed my hand down onto the off button. Why my alarm was on the first day of summer, I will never know. I tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep. Nothing worked. I was up and that was that. I got up out of bed and fumbled over to the light switch, on one of the four dark purple walls of my room. The light turned on at the flick of it. I then walked over to my closet, looking through my clothes. A blue and black A Day to Remember shirt caught my eye and I yanked it off the hanger, leaving it to fall to the ground for me to grab later. I paired it with some black jeans and my colorful converse. I switched my pajamas for the clothes and proceeded to the bathroom. Someone was in the shower already. Lovely. It's quite hard to get a decent shower time when you have to share the bathroom with your three siblings.

A deep voice rang through the noise of the shower. It had to be Blake. He was the only one of my three siblings that sings in the shower. Although, he was fifteen, he hadn't outgrown singing in the shower with age. Wasn't that something young kids did? Well, Blake had always been a kid at heart in the first place.

"Good morning, Julia." I jumped ten feet in the air as a high soprano voice greeted me. I looked down about two feet to see the short little girl that was my sister. Her blue eyes were sparkling, as was her curly reddish-brown hair. She had put silver glitter in it the day before, for her birthday. She was wearing the same birthday dress she had worn yesterday. No surprise, since she had been in love with that dress since the day she bought it, just the year before.

"'Morning, Raechel," I replied. She smiled and walked down the hallway. Of course, her goal had been to scare me all along. She was seven, what would you expect?

Blake opened the door suddenly and hit me in the nose. My hand flew up to my face and I gasped in pain. Blake started laughing quite hard. I slapped him with the hand that wasn't holding my face and he stopped laughing. His blue eyes opened wide, he obviously hadn't been expecting that. He flipped his reddish-brown hair into them, hiding the obvious pain the slap had given him. A smirk of satisfaction appeared on my face and I walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me to make sure no one interrupted my well deserved bathroom time.

I spent about a half an hour in the bathroom. I didn't bother taking a shower; I had taken one the night before. It took fifteen minutes for me to straighten my long, wavy hair. I hated it. It reminded me too much of my mother, who I couldn't stand. At least it was dark brown, the same color as my dad's hair. I hated my mom's hair color. It was reddish-brown, like Raechel's and Blake's. It took me another fifteen minutes to put on black eyeliner and blue eye shadow. When I was finished, I stared blankly into the mirror. The person staring back at me was a normal sixteen year old girl, although, on the inside, I was far from normal. Even on the outside I wasn't normal, if I was being perfectly honest. My eyes were so bright green, they freaked people out. I wore dark makeup and people said that it took away from the beauty in my eyes. My skin was ghostly white. I hated the sun and the outdoors, and that made me avoid them. By avoiding them, I ended up with the pale skin that I have now. When I was younger, they used to call me Casper the Unfriendly Ghost at school. My nose was pierced, as was my lip. I was an outcast. That's the way it's always been.

My twin brother, Munro, was waiting for me when I finally came out of the bathroom. He walked in as I exited, giving me a simple nod of the head. I walked into the hallway, heading down the stairs. My parents, Raechel, and Blake were sitting at the dinning table, eating pancakes, bacon, eggs, orange juice, and French toast. I take my seat, next to my dad and greet everyone with a simple "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?" My mom asked, caring in her ocean blue eyes. My mother, Clare Edwards – well, Goldsworthy now – was hard to explain in just a few sentences. She had a nice side, which was used mostly on my dad and my siblings. Well, she was nice to me, when I wasn't getting in trouble. I got into trouble a lot, unlike my siblings. My mother resented me for not being the perfect little girl that she'd always wanted. Ever since I was in kindergarten, I'd always get into trouble, never doing what adults told me to do. My mother liked kids who did exactly what they were told, no questions asked. I liked to question. Question authority, question everything in life.

I nod; avoiding her eyes, and helped myself to a heaping plate of food. I hadn't realized how starving I had been until just then. The last thing I had eaten was probably Raechel's birthday cake, at the after party. Well, it wasn't really an after party, per se. More like me and a bunch of my friends chowing down on left over cake. I was a party to me, I suppose, considering that I was madly in love with any type of sweet, especially frosting on cakes.

"Food!" Munro exclaimed as he entered the kitchen. His blue eyes lit up at the sight of it. They always did. Munro could eat and eat forever. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't fat at all. Of course he wasn't, he worked out in the gym every week.

"Okay, we get it, Munro," I smirked, "you love food. Sit down in your seat and get some then."

Munro did what he was told and sat in his seat next to me. He helped himself to an enormous plate of food, even more than I took. He took a big mouthful and said, blowing chunks, "Great food, Mom."

"Cover your mouth, Munro!" My mom said, wiping up the food chunks with her napkin.

We sat in silence and ate for the remaining minutes of breakfast. My dad and I were the first to leave. He took off to the living room and I took off to the door. "Mom, Dad! I'm going to Ronnie's house!"

I grabbed my keys off the counter. I took my dad's actual ring off my key ring and slid it onto my thumb. Just a little piece of me, he had said, handing me the skull ring. I had worn it everyday since. It made me feel even closer to my dad than I already was. My dad, Eli Goldsworthy, was a pretty interesting person, like I was. He looked exactly like, but with slightly lighter skin. But, only slightly. I've been told by my dad's best friend, Adam, that I act just like he did in high school.I dress just like he does too, although he's toned it down since high school. Considering all of that, it was quite obvious why I got along great with him, rather than my mother.

I opened the front door and walked outside, heading out to my car. It's a hearse. Seriously. My dad had driven it when he was my age. He crashed it, because my mother hated it, but he had it fixed. He'd saved it for one of his kids all this long years. I loved it. I hoped in and popped the keys into the ignition, starting the car. I sped off to my best friend, Ronnie's house. My car pulled into the driveway in about five minutes of driving. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Katie Torres answered the door, along with Adam, my dad's best friend and Katie's husband.

"Good morning, Julia," Katie smiled warmly at me. Her long, blonde hair was in a ponytail today, exposing more of her pretty face. She had hazel eyes and a perfect complexion, no imperfections at all, it was absolutely flawless. Her husband, Adam looked just about as feminine as she did. Of course he did, he was an FTM. A Female-to-Male transgender. He had light brown hair, short and spiked. His face had feminine features, obviously, with pretty blue eyes and lots of freckles across his nose as well.

"Good morning, Katie, Adam," I greeted with a smile. I was always happy to see them. They were like my second set of parents.

They let me inside and I walked upstairs to Ronnie's room. Her brother, Dakota, waved at me from his room when he saw me. I walked into Ronnie's room without knocking, there was no reason to, and she knew I was coming. She was typing away on her laptop. She turned around when she heard the door open. She smiled brightly, and the smile reached her blue-green eyes. Literally. One of her eyes was blue and the other was green. Amazing, huh? Her long, golden hair was almost to her waist. She looked nothing like her parents, of course, since she was adopted, as well as Dakota. Adam was a FTM and didn't have the money for a sex change, so he was stuck in his woman's body. He had to adopt. Katie agreed, reluctantly, but she loved Adam and made the sacrifice for him.

"Hey, best friend," Ronnie laughed.

"Hey, Veronica," I greeted, using her full name, as I always did as a joke.

She retorted by using my full name: "Julianna. Wanna go to the mall?

I nodded and we ran downstairs, out to the car.

A/N: That is the longest, most detailed chapter I have ever wrote and I absolutely love it. I'm going to start writing long chapters like that. And, amazingly, that only took me three days to write! Expect me to update frequently, as long as I get at least one review. XD

Love, DegrassixEllie

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