Hi, so this is my first story and I'm really exited. Now I just wanna tell you that this is only half of chapter 1. The reason is because, I had written the full chapter 1 on my iPad, and since I couldn't take my iPad to school I decided to write in my story journal. I was going to a party in another city with my cousins and I took my iPad to finish copying the story there. Well, fate really hates me because I forgot my iPad there so I only got like 3/4 of the chapter written and we're not going back until Thanksgiving. Plus they live like 8 hours away so, bad luck for me. Anyways, enough of my rambling, here is half of chapter 1.

I lay still, staring up at the uneven ceiling, where further down, the used to be white wall, starts to crack. I know this time I have finally cracked, just like the wall. I know that if I keep on going I'll break down to no exsistance. How ironic that the wall and myself are compatible. Maybe one more day, I tell myself. Ha, if only that were true. I tell myself that everyday, that I'll give him another chance, but each chance later, I find myself in the same old mattress, feeling nothing but regret. I won't take it anymore my brother has had too many chances. You would have thought a twenty-two year old would have been kinder to his seventeen year old sister.

It still beats living in the foster home with twenty four other girls, who think the way their parents died was the worst way to go. I thought I had heard it all from Alyssa Smith saying her parents died in a car crash , to Regina Thompson saying her parents died trying to protect her from a house fire. If only they knew, i was the worst of them all. My parents weren't dead, though that's the thing. I heard countless times about how well they were doing for themselves. How they now had three houses and two summer boats. How I had been easily replaced by a girl who's the textbook definition of gorgeous.

I met her was an accident, i wasn't even supposed to be there but due to the weather, I had to go a day early. I was at the mall, which I only go to once a year , to buy new shoes and the crazy mob of Austin Moon fans came out of nowhere. It was like i was a chipmunk in the way of a stampede of bulls. If it weren't for, my one and only friend, Trish, I would have size five and below, high heel footprints, all over my face. I mean, I've seen this girl on the newspaper and such but i didn't really remember her name. I think it was Cassy or Cassidy?, thats it! Cassidy Dawson. I felt sick to my stomach, the same girl who replaced Adam and I was right in front of my face. She had in her own words,"tripped on a bitch, who was trying to steal her man." I, being the bigger person, turned my heels and walked away. Trish, being the best friend she is, smacked some sense into Cassidy a couple of times. If it weren't for mall security, Cassidy would have been in the newspaper again, under the Obituary article.

Luckily for us, she didn't press any charges, because she claimed,"It could have happend to anybody," and that," not everyone is as carefully balanced as me," and no one could forget," some people in this world are more clumsy than the rest."

And then came the news that she was transferring to my school. When I heard from my brother, I had a total meltdown, but of course back then, he actually game a damn about me, so he comforted me. Never in my life did I think, I would meet her again. When she showed up at my school, I practically ran past her in the hallways. Trish said she would stay with me, but I flatly refused. I didn't want to spend my last year of high school in fear of "Miss America".

She found out about me, and from that day forward, she vowed to make my life a living hell. Now let me tell you, she has done a great job since then, always calling me names and "accidentally" poured her strawberry banana smoothie all over my head in front of the whole school. The only other person who helped me besides Trish, was red headed boy named Dez. Even though Dez was the kindest guy I had ever met, Trish always seemed to be mentally hurling daggers at Dez's head. After that Cassidy seemed to have get even more physical with me. As if embarrassing me in front of the whole school wasn't enough, she started to push me against the white and yellow lockers every chance she got. Then she started to trip me with her perfectly manicured, probably massaged, stelleto wearing, feet. It did a number on me, I would go hide my self in the nearby janitors closet until the bell rang signaling that, all the stragglers in the hallway were late, including me.

My brother was never abusive at me. Well, was. I don't know what happened. He left one night to a bar, mumbling something about losing his job again, and came back at three o' clock in the morning, stumbling into the house, and smelling like five different types of vodka. He was never the same again. He always blamed me for his mistakes, telling me it would be easier if I wasn't even there to drag him down into a deep black abyss. I always told myself that it wasn't true, that if I wasn't here he would probably be dead. That was until he started to hit me.

That's it for chapter 1. Next is chapter 1.5 Also I just wanna say i choose Cassidy because she seemed more perfect than the rest of the girls Austin has dated. I would have chosen Brooke but she wasn't Blond so... I don't really have a problem with Cassidy. She's actually nice to Ally and in the show, Brooke is really the mean one.

I hope you liked the first chapter of the story and Review what you think. Constructive advice is helpful. Thanks and bye!

~Kassie~