Living In Santa Carla, The Move.
I lay on my bed, bandaging up my neck, the markings were parcially covered by my brown locks of hair, but the shortness couldn't complete the job, even if people thought I was suicidal because of the bandages on my neck and wrists, I didn't care, it was better than anyone knowing I was being beaten by my mother and father, they'd get so angry with me if someone found out, they'd kill me.
"Juno! We're here! See!"
I was ripped from my thoughts of the old days when my cousin Laddie was yanking at my shirt, he seemed so excited, I had moved to Santa Carla, the murder capital of the god damn world, (Greaaaat.) with my cousin Laddie, Aunt Maggie and Uncle Grant. They had adopted me into their family when my mother and father died in another joyride, in all honesty, I didn't care, in fact, I was happy they were dead. I was happy as hell, even though hell isn't so happy. (Whatever, smart ass.) Oh, did I mention Santa Carla was the murder capital in the god damn world?
"Isn't it beautiful, Juno?"
I nodded looking over at Aunt Maggie.
"Yes, it certainly is, Aunt Maggie."
"I just know you're going to love it here, did you know-"
"Honey, please. Little Laddie is in the car."
I laughed as Uncle Grant looked over from the road at Aunt Maggie. My brown hair had now been cut, just under my ears, I needed to change a little. Laddie and I were poking one another in the back seat of the car when I heard Aunt Maggie scream, and the car swerved and shadowed us in the bright sun. I held onto Laddie in case we were going to crash.
"Grant Addams! How could you?"
"I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry you poor creature-!"
I watched my uncle and aunt scurry out of the car and onto the road, everyone was looking at us. (So much for first impressions.) I saw an animal lying on the road behind us, I covered Laddie's eyes, it was splattered everywhere, an Eagle? But there weren't any in this place, what the hell? I felt Laddie squirm under my grip, trying to wriggle away from me, but there was so much blood, I couldn't let him see, he'd cry his little heart out, he was only six for Christ's sake!
"Juno-!"
I heard Laddie whine, I watched my overly religious Aunt Maggie praying in the middle of the road and watched the discomfort of my Uncle Grant wash over him, I bet he was wondering why he even married her, the thought made me laugh. I eventually got out of the car to drag the two back in, they walked back to the car but I stay, looking at the dead stray dog, it seemed to be, anyway, no collar, knots in its furr, it was way to skinny aswell. I felt the blazing sun attract to my dark brown hair, and it burned my naked skin, I wore the white tank top from Nuu-Nuu Loves Clothes store back home, and the skater shoes that newly came out, my ripped jeans in the knees had been put there purposely, (It's the fashion, OK?) and my headband hung over my sea of wavy hair, covering my forehead, and the leftover part dangled and lay delicatley over my right shoulder. I was so tomboyish, too tomboyish, if it wasn't for my breasts, people would think I was a boy.
I looked down at the animal one more time, then walked to the side of the road, grabbing a stick from the gutter, people awed at me as I picked the plastic bag floating past, I scraped the animal into the bag with the stick, luckily I didn't leave a mess. (What could I do? Leave a rotting corpse of a cute, now-squished, puppy? No way!) I lifted the bag and walked to the door of the car, lifting it up at Uncle Grant.
"What should I do with this?"
I heard the girliest yelp in the world, he screamed like hell and flew into the back seat as I held the bag of guts and furr in his face, it only smelt bad, that was all. I sighed as Aunt Maggie began to pray again. Seeing a bin by some ally way, I dumped it in without care, though I secretly felt sorry for the thing. People looked at me like I had whiskers haning from my cheeks, I walked back to the car, without a glance at anyone else, and hopped into the front seat of the car, (Uncle Grant was to pussy to go near me.) and turned it back on, pulling the sun blocker down.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
Aunt Maggie huffed at me,
"Can't I practice my driving on you, Aunt Maggie?"
I did my famous tongue-poke, that only I could pull off and look cute, and cast almost anyone under my spell, Aunt Maggie looked at me and then smiled.
"Alright, but just this once, ok?"
I nodded, I was only fourteen, but I looked a lot older..
