"Your very lucky your father is taking you in Jay" Samantha Harris told her daughter who properly couldn't hear her over her head phones that were connected to her ipod, she ripped out Jayla's right ear plug "Did you hear me?"

"Yes I heard you" Jayla said wrapping the wire around her ipod then sticking it in her bag under the seat "A father taking in his own daughter who he only sees once a year for 15 years, well we should built a statue." Samantha's grip on the steering wheel tightened "Jayla, have talked about this 15 years ago when I got the job offer in Tokyo me and your father decided it was best for me to take you, he was heart broken."

Jay signed and sank in the black leather Mercedes seat as she watched LA go by. Jayla was going to live with her father Dommick Toretto until she was 18, the age when she could get her license back after losing it in Tokyo in a drift race that went wrong. If Jayla closed her eyes she could still remember everything.

"Jan!" Jayla yelled as she hit the break of her car. She ran put of the car and headed back to the flipped car. As she got closer the smell of gasoline got heavier and heavier "Jan get out of the" BOOM. Jayla was through back on the hard cement hitting her head, before she fell unconsion she could hear the sires coming.

"Ms. Harris I'll put it as simple as I can" detective James said "Either get her a new guardian until she is 18 or she have to go to juvie."

"Why?" Ms. Harris sobbed looking out to her daughter in hand cuffs in the next chair.

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Jayla opened her eyes and looked over at her mother, her caring mother. Every time Jayla looked at her she felt guilt, after the incident Samantha began doubting herself as a mother no matter how many times Jayla said it was her own fault she was being sent away. She was Jayla's best friend she wasn't sure how she was going to stand being without her for three years.

Samantha ran a very high car dealership in Tokyo which meant Jayla and Samantha lived a wonderful life. They lived in a six teen room apartment, Jayla went to the best schools and had the best clothes yet Jayla was always finding her way to the "lowest" kids as her rich friends called them. But Jayla got along with everyone. Samantha said she was the only girl who could live half way around the world and still be like her dad.

"Were here" Samantha said pulling in front of a white house with a rusty iron gate. Jayla stepped out of the car her ripped true religion jeans that hung over her black flip flops hugged her legs just right. Her red tub top hung even better on her upper body, it went over her waist but you could see the outline of her belly button ring though it. Her long dirty blonde hair fell down her back ending inches above her waist. Her mom walked around the car in black slacks and a light blue halter. Her diamond tennis bracelet sparked in the sun as she held her hand out to Jayla. Jayla smiled and hooked arms with her mom as they knocked on the front door.

They waited for a minute before hearing yelling "Dom they're here!" it was a light female voice. Soon the door open and a smiling young woman with dark hair and tan skin was there, Aunt Mia. Mia embraced Jayla in a hug and then Samantha. Mai lead them to the living room, Jayla scanned the room while Mia asked Samantha how the trip was. The room seemed dead almost, pale colors and random things on the wall none really matching she couldn't find one theme.

The smell of beer, cigarettes and air fresher filled her nose as she saw the playsation sitting in front of the TV. She examined the shelves to really see nothing, they were bare with a few pictures, two of her. Then she thought she was looking in a mirror when she caught the same green eyes as hers but then she realized it was her dad.

Sorry so short. What do you think? Please review!