"James, What the hell did you just do?" I shouted staring at the burning house in front of me.

"It was an accident I swear!" He yelled back, distress dripping from his voice. His face covered in sweat from both the heat and nervousness. The blaring sirens shook my ears as they got closer.

"Yeah, I don't think they'll understand that." I said, pointing back to the cop cars that were nearing us. James put his hands on his head and sank to the ground.

The fire blew its breath on us making it hard to breathe. I looked down at James watching as the ash slowly latched to his face. I looked back into the flames, knowing what I had to do.

"James, go. I'll take the fall." I said calmly. He looked up at me shocked.

"What are you talking about? I can't let you do that." He replied, shaking his head, in disagreement.

"Listen," I said, standing in front of him. "You're almost 18; you'll get tried as an adult! I can't have you going to jail, ok? So just go!" I yelled grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him up.

"I can't just leave you here!" He said.

"You're the closest thing I have to family ok…I can't lose you. I'll be out faster than you. Now go please." I pleaded tears threatening to spill from my eyes. He stared into my eyes for a minute realizing I wasn't backing down, and pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head.

"I'll see you soon kid." He said after pulling away. He gave me a quick smile, before running off. I took a deep breath before sitting on the grass below me waiting for the cops to arrive. My name is Adrianna Pierce and my whole life is about to change.

"ADRIANNA CAROL PIERCE, DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME YOUNG LADY!" My "oh-so wonderful" mother screamed at me as I began to climb my steps. I paused on a step turning around.

"Yes mother?"

"I know you may not care about your life but I do!"

"Oh, so now I don't care about my life?"

"No, obviously you don't considering where we just picked you up from!"

"You know what mom, you're right. I hate my life, should probably go O.D on my crazy meds you have me on!"

"Don't you talk to your mother that way!" My dad said stepping in front of her and in my face. "This is the second time, not the first, second time, I've had to bail you out of trouble. And I'm tired of it! "He screamed, his saliva raining on my face.

"Then fucking stop, I didn't call you or ask for your help! So stop acting like you care about me or my life! All you care about is your law firm, and the money it puts in your pocket! The only reason you bailed me out is because of what people would say if they knew "the great" Bradley Pierce's daughter was arrested!"

"You know, I've put up with a lot of your shit since you were born. And I'm not doing it anymore…You're a disgrace of a daughter. That's why I'm sending you away. You'll be staying with a friend of mine. The court has agreed to let you do community service there."

"I'm not going anywhere." I spat.

"It's either this or jail, you decide." He glared at me, his lip twitching under his massive mustache. I glared back into his dark orbs, finding no ounce of love.

"Where am I going?" I asked, my voice laced with hate.

"Canada."