You already know my reason for rewriting this fanfic. So, I looked back at this chapter a few days ago and decided to edit more. There is less swearing and the grammar mistakes are fixed. Also some sentences were added I type slowly so don't expect updates every day. Chapter two is about 70%-80% finished (Typed). Like I said I type slow, plus school started on the 4th. 8th grade!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or it's characters it belongs to Akria Toriyama. I do own all my OC'S though!
I was having a nice slumber when my stupid alarm clock jolts me out of my sleep. "Beep! Beep! Beep! Get up!" It said over and over. Sometimes I wonder what was going though my Stepmothers head when she bought the damned thing. Oh yeah, to add more inconvenience to my life. -_-. It was 5:30 am according to my clock. I mentally groaned as I rolled out of bed, did 50 pushups and stretched before heading into my bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I looked in the mirror and saw dark circles under my eyes and my normally bright blue eyes were dull and tired. I, Stacy Lynn Burgess, have to say I am one of the unluckiest 13 year olds alive in the higher middle class. Before you brand me as a brat, it's my home life that sucks. One, I live with my stepparents who only keep me a round because I dance, have an amazing singing voice, plays the cello and I am a skilled martial artist. They think I'll make them lots of money for those reasons. Sure they give me material things, but I haven't been shown love at home in a while. I live with stepparents because both my real parents are dead. I'm not sure about my dad, but my mother is dead. She was killed right in front of me by a group of strange women with tails. They couldn't see me but I could see them. I was hiding in a pantry. After she died her body literally disappeared. They asked my mother to come with them and she refused so they killed her. Brutally. No eight year old should go through that. The police have not had any leads so he case is on the verge of going cold. I will not give up hope of justice no matter what. My prick father cheated on her the month before with my current whore of a stepmother. Mom walked in on them and Dad tried to make excuses, but it was too late. Mom yelled at dad for being indecent enough to have sex while a seven year old (me) was three doors down. I knew nothing about the birds and the bees at that point so I didn't know what sex was. All I knew was my daddy and another lady were making the weird noises him and my mother sometimes made. Mother then packed her things and left. The next morning my mother came and got me and I lived with her while my parents went through a nasty divorce. When my mother was murdered I had to live with Dad and my Stepmother. That WOMAN had the freaking nerve to tell me to stay away from my dad cause she didn't want to share. That is why my stepsister ran away while she was pregnant. So her daughter would not have to endure the emotional abuse she did. A year ago my dad got fed up with her nagging him to buy her a $100,000 purse. My Dad told her no very harshly ( I was celebrating mentally) and disappeared that night. The funny thing was the timing the he went missing. My stepmother didn't seem all that concerned. The slut even remarried! To my tool of a stepfather. I have no clue where Richie (my dad) is my ass…you know you killed him!
I polished off my third box of toaster strudels. After that I put the empty boxes into the recycling bin and closed the sliding door. I ran to the front of the house, did a quick mirror check and smoothed my sundress and my hair before grabbing my backpack and ducking out the door. I try very hard to leave before my Stepmother wakes up to make my stepfather breakfast before he goes to work. Then again who wants to be near a murderer, hateful murderer at six in the morning. I was in deep thought, as I normally am on my walks to school. That is until my Best friend, Nyah joins me. Then someone hugged me from behind. " Today is going to be fantastic!" Nyah exclaimed. " Let me guess it's going to be in the eighties today." I said. " My, you know me so well!" Nyah exclaimed. We walked to school next to each other talking about mundane things and about finals in a week. Nyah told me about a scorpion that had crawled it's way into their home last night and how her ears still rang from her mothers' screams. I laughed, picturing the horror on her mothers face. We walked in the front entrance of Central City Jounior high and were on our way to the cafeteria to wait for the opening bell to ring. It was 7:04 so we had 11 minutes until school began.
"Stop denying it Nyah we all know you're gay!" Leanne the bitchiest girl in school said. I swear she is on her period 365 days a year. I immediately read Nyahs' thoughts to make sure she wasn't planning on attacking Leanne. Yep, I can read minds and look at past memories. Cool, huh? She wasn't though she was in too good a mood. Nyah fixed her curly black hair. " I am not going to let you ruin my good mood preppy arse-hole. " Nyah said calmly. Nyah is trying to cuss less. Leanne called her a bunch of racist names once and that earned her a broken nose. But hey, she got the nose job she was always begging her dad for. " At least I don't wear a weave." Leanne said. " I will say one last thing to you. #1. Just because I am black doesn't mean I wear a weave. This is all mine," Nyah said pointing to her head. "#2. You are the last one to talk because you wear weaves 24/7." Leanne gasped. I was fighting the urge to laugh. " But, my stylist said you couldn't tell." She murmured. Other kids in the hallway all said "Oh damn!" Then the bell rang indicating the beginning of the school day. Nyah and I talked about how Leanne's ex slaves, I mean friends, dropped her like a hot potato a few weeks ago. Now she has no friends but she believes that she is all that still. -_-
Fifth period ended and I was sprinted out the locker room and to the lunchroom. One reason was that I was super hungry and it was barbeque day. Another reason was to escape the wrath of my gym teacher because I broke a whiffle bat. After gathering a large helping of lunch I joined my friends at our lunch table." Hey you look nice today Stacy." Giovanni complimented " Thank you, I got this dress this weekend." I said. "Umm, were is Tj?" I asked. " He was having some asthma problems so he stayed home." Nyah explained. " Oh I hope he's ok." I said. " Oh he'll be fine. He didn't come cause he said he won't be able to focus with the chest pain," Nyah said. I turned to my lunch and began eating. Giovanni and Nyah were being their usual weird selves. One good thing about my large appetite is I barley gain an ounce from all the food I eat. I chalk it up to being a competitive dancer, so my metabolism is higher. I got up to throw away my bones and put my tray on the conveyor bet to the kitchen to be washed. Then I was sidelined by none other than Leanne. " What is it with you?! People in this grade would pay to have me talk to them whether or not what I say I nice! You just pretend I am nothing!" Leanne screamed in my face. So she's mad that I don't give a damn about her. " Excuse me while I search for a crap to give." I said flatly going away from her. " Raaaaaaaarrgh! WE'RE GONNA GET YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" Leanne screamed. I raised an eyebrow. Why is she coming for me? Most likely it's because she is having no luck beating up Nyah so she turned to me. Also it's because I'm 4'8'' or fun size most likely too. But she won't have much luck beating me up either. I've trained marital arts since I was five and still do with Nyah. "Who likes you enough to help you?" Giovanni said coming to my side. " You're all talk, do us a favor and shut up and leave." He added. " Dream on Leanne." Nyah said, also coming to my side. " Yeah Leanne!" a large group yelled. Leanne winced. Then the bell rang so 7th grade lunch was over. The eighth graders began pouring in. "Watch your back.' Leanne hissed as she bumped me.
After school 2:20 pm
I was clutching the cut on my face. It wasn't bleeding as much any more. Leanne somehow managed get gather six girls to jump me. I took them out easily. Then when she was left she became a coward and used a knife. I got the knife from her but not before she sliced my cheek. I threw the knife down a sewage drain and ran home. When I got home I saw all my bags on the lawn." What the-" I said my fury rising. My stepmother walked out the house with white stuff all over her face and triple chin. I don't even want to know. "Here are all you home movies and pictures, we figured you'd want them." She said handing me a duffel bag. " What is go-?" I asked but I was cut off my whale of a stepmother. "We're moving but you're not coming." My stepmother said. My stepfather put a bag in the trunk before adding," At least you get to keep your stuff. He shut the trunk and got in the car. " Phone please." That evil woman said. I handed her my phone. " Thank you, oh good luck by the way." She said giving me the fakest smile. She went into the passenger door and hopped in the car. Then they peeled off I grabbed my things and began walking. I would stay by my best friends house but I don't want to inconvenience her family.
Five hours later…
I just walked and some how I ended up in the woods. I'm exhausted and I just can't keep going as much as I want to I-I cant…
