Author's Note:
Hey guys, I'm a nubey and have no idea what I'm doing, so if I end you deleting like everything, I'm sorry! Um, yeah. So, I don't own anything except the characters I created and the plot... So yeah, I love constructive criticism, just no flames. Please! *starts slowly backing away on knees into corner* PLEASE REVIEW! It makes me feel special! Please enjoy, and I really hope you guys like it... Alot.
Chapter One:
Hi, I'm Quinn, and this is my story.
You see, my dad left my mom and I. Well, just me. My mom was already gone, buried in her drugs and soap operas, only coming out to eat, buy more weed, and yell at me.
It's not just regular yelling like, "Why can't you be like me and not be a dead weight?" or "What's your problem?"
It's, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house," "You worthless piece of shit! No wonder your father left, you can't be loved, or even liked!"
It doesn't seem like much, but when your mom starts saying how you can't be liked, you start to believe it. And it's scary.
That's probably the reason my dad left.
I've never met my dad, but I feel like I'll meet him someday, and it will be someplace random, someplace where we'd never think to see each other there. It would be magical. Or at least, that's what I used to think. Now I know that that only happens in books, and not in real life. Ha, real life, what a joke.
Anyway, this year, I'm starting my sophomore year in high school at Goode Academy in New York City. So, yeah, I'm 15, and today is the first day of school, and I am lost. So very lost, that its amazing that I made it through my child hood wandering through these very alleys to escape my mom and her ugly,mean words.
I came to an intersection, having the options to either bang a left or right. I took a leap -more like step- of faith, and chose the right. Thank god, I could see the ugly building from here, and all the cars and buses -not to mention the amount of teens pouring out of those automobiles- practically piled out as close to the front door as they all could. My ADHD brain took over as I noticed random things like zero goths, emos, and punks, that all of the teachers looked like they were trying to get back into their own time period, and a cute couple holding hands as if they'd let go, they would never be able to get each other back again. The boy was tall, had the stylishly messy hair -ink black, and was nicely built. I couldn't see his eyes from here, but I could see the girl's whole face. She was regular height, had curly blonde hair, and scarily intense storm grey eyes. As brain was processing this information, it didn't happen to notice the car that came. straight. at. me. Seriously? I closed my eyes and braced for the inevitable. At least I tried to close my eyes. I was forced to sated with my eyes wide open as I -felt two bundles barrel into me, knocking me off my feet, an into the garbage cans behind me. Awesome.