Crazy as she comes, crazy as she goes.- Daughtry

Finnlee pulled her long strawberry blonde hair into a pony tail, trying to get her it out of her slightly tanned face. She reached down, lacing up her running shoes when there was a loud whistle at her. She straightened up fast, her face burning. She whipped around to glare at the pervert and saw it was one of her brother's friends. Finn started her jog around the block, blaring her music.

Normally, she wouldn't run this early in the morning; but then again, normally, she didn't get creepy letters from some boarding school in the next state over. Needless to say she was a little spooked; it was easy to see she wasn't exactly normal. Well, a girl who wear gloves constantly isn't exactly normal. She had ever since she was 11.

It was the day of her 11th birthday, all of Finnlee's friends were going to come over to celebrate. Her mother was in the other room, no doubt wrapping her presents at the last minute like she always did. Her mother was ever the procrastinator, something Finnlee had inherited from her. Finnlee was a normal 11 year old girl, or at least she thought so. She was sitting in her room, reading her book. Finnlee had always been a little bit anti-social; a trait she must have gotten from her father because her mother was a huge partier. That was one thing Finnlee despised about her mother, she was always having parties. She was constantly drunk.

"Finnlee Jane Miller! Get down here now! You're friends are here," Her mother called from the front door downstairs. Finnlee sighed and put on her fake 'party smile'. To be honest Finnlee hated her birthday, she also hated when her mother made her have parties.

"I told you Mom. My name isn't Finnlee Jane," She sneered the prissy name, "It's just Finnlee. F-I-N-N-L-E-E." Her mother rolled her eyes and pulled open the door to greet her friend.

It went on like that for two hours.

"Present time!" All of Finnlee's friends screamed and ran into the living room. Finnlee trailed behind, walking instead of running. She wasn't all to thrilled.

Her mother passed her the first present, it was wrapped in shiny yellow wrapping paper, and was a rather large box. Her friends were all laughing and giggling, loudly guessing what it could be. Finnlee took the present from her mother, and all of a sudden she couldn't see the party anymore. She was in the grocery store walking beside her mother and some man. They were laughing and giggling. The man, she assumed one of her mother's friends, wrapped his arm around her mother's waist and kissed her cheek. Finnlee felt betrayed by her mother, her parents had just divorced 2 months ago.

"When's her birthday again?" He asked.

"She'll be turning 11 on Wednesday. The same day as our 9 month anniversary," She said coyly.

The scene went dark and now she was in her mother's office.

"This is the last birthday that little bitch will have at this house. She's never grateful, what's with all the reading and being anti-social? She's the biggest annoyance I've ever met," Her mother grumbled, angrily wrapping a box with a teddy bear with bright metallic yellow wrapping paper. The scene went dark again, and she was all too aware of how everyone was staring at her crying, angry self. That was the last day she ever spent with her mother.

It was one of her worst memories, finding out that her mother basically hated her and that she had been cheating on her father. She honestly didn't know how it happened either, and it wasn't something she liked to think about either. She wore finger-less gloves most days and always wore a sweatshirt just in case.

Finnlee finished her run, totalling her distance to be about three miles. A satisfactory result. She grinned, wiping the pooling sweat from her forehead and turned to walk inside.

"Morning Dad!" She greeted happily at the man who was sitting at the kitchen table in his bathrobe and slippers. He grumbled back a response and took a bite out of his donut, "I leave tonight for that school, remember?" She asked him, taking a seat across from him. He nodded.

"Where's it at again?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He peered at her over the edges of his glasses. John Miller was a man whose looks completely differed from his personality. In his appearance he looked like a harsh business man (because that is what his job description is), very judgemental and steely; but he was quite the opposite, with kindly eyes and a warm smile he was actually very nice, even if a bit scatterbrained and forgetful.

"Indiana. Apparently it's like super prestigious too," She grinned at him, swiping the rest of his donut and polishing it off in one bite," Thanks Dad!" She called around the mouthful of donut, before running up the stairs so she could start packing.

We were promised, more than we can take- Civil Twilight

Finnlee lifted her last suitcase into her father's trunk, filling the entire truck. She closed the door, and walked to the passenger door.

"Ready honey?" Her father asked. She nodded.

"How long until we get to the bus station again?"

"About 5 minutes," Her father responded, pulling out of the drive way and onto the street. Finnlee reached up and turned on the radio, letting some mumbled pop garbage fill the uncomfortable silence.

She felt bad leaving her father, she honestly didn't know what he was going to do without her, she was the responsible one of the two. It was a known fact that her father was scatterbrained and would probably forget to eat if she didn't cook for him; but even he couldn't deny that going to this school was an unbelievable opportunity that she couldn't pass up.

"I'll be fine you know," John said, breaking the silence by voicing his daughter's unspoken concerns. She smiled at him and laughed.

"I know, but I feel bad leaving you. You might just forget your head at home if I wasn't there to remind you," Finnlee joked, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"I'll be fine. And besides, maybe I can get some of the ladies at the office to come help your old Dad, " He chuckled and winked. John wasn't old as he claimed, only 40, which wasn't old by a long shot. The bus pulled up and Finnlee hugged her father tightly before putting her luggage on the bus.

Apparently, this school had it's own charter bus to transport all the students, traveling across several states and one bus even going into Canada. It was convenient that's for sure, especially since she was one of the last stops on the bus's route.

She looked around the bus seats, hoping to find at least one friendly face among the crowd, but was sad to see that most seats were taken. She sighed and slumped into an empty seat.

Coming to water, stock still, no coming back.- Florence & the Machine

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( THANKS FOR REVIEWING GUYS! :D Sorry this took sooooo long. I plan on trying to update every 5 days, it's just that this weekend I had softball camp so I couldn't type on my phone. Next chapter is going to probably be in Courtney's POV! Oh! And if you ever wanna know things about me or any of the songs from the chapter just ask in a review! Happy reading XOXOXO- (AWK. aka: ME! :D) )