Chapter 3



Famous disclaimer...blahblah do not own HG own KM...etc...

Oh yeah! To the person who put all that mess about her being 12 if you would've waited you would've seen an explanation not to mention the story says "special cirstumstances"!

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Kristin was going to Horizon. She knew that much. Mr. Sheyn had called Peter and gotten permission then called her dad. She knew her dad was planning something wicked because he agreed with no fight. She was scared to go home.

When she got off the bus that afternoon she looked across the street at her house. Her dad was putting bags in the back of the car. Her bags. She walked across the street slowly. "Hi, dad." She said softly. "Hey, sweetie!" He said, with fake sweetness in his voice. She felt sick just hearing that voice. The voice he had used so often before he punished her. "Well, honey, why don't you go get your bags. Then we can talk about your punishment." He said, still in that honey-sweet voice. She walked slowly and timidly inside the house and her 2 remaining bags were in the doorway. She heard him coming towards the door and braced herself.

She felt him shove her into the wall. Oh great! Another bruise on the face! she exclaimed. Her dad must be pretty stupid to beat her up before shipping her to some school for screw-ups. Of course, she would never say that out loud. "You think just because you think you're pretty and you have the little blonde hair you can go around beating people up?" He demanded, punching her in the face. "Like you???" SHe hollered back. Big mistake. He grabbed her shirt collar and pushed her down as hard as he possibly could. -Oomf!- came the noise as she hit the floor. Maddy cowered into the corner. He was use to seeing this, and thought bad of it, even though it was a dog (a/n: did that make sense??) Her head hit the floor, but luckily it was carpetted. He slapped her around a few times, but it was still nothing like she usually got. Maybe he was smart, after all.

She grabbed her two bags and ran to the car after he got done. She nearly jumped into the backseat. She was safe there. He couldn't hit her if he was driving.

The drive was mostly silent, with an occasional swear from up front about peoples driving. It took about 2 hours to get to the school, and when they did it was 6:00. A man and woman Kristin guessed were Peter and Sophie were talking to a tall blonde/brownish haired boy. He was pretty cute, to. They got out and Kristin grabbed the two small bags. She dropped her bags because her hands were still sore from trying to break her fall. "Hi, I'm Peter Scarbrow, this is Sophie Becker and this is Scott Barringer, he's a cliffhanger, and he'll be in the group kristin will be in." Peter said, extending his hand to Kristin first. She shook it but when she saw Peter and Scott looked surprised at the bruises she pulled it away quickly. The rest of the hi's, how ya doing's, etc... got finished and Sophie took her dad to show him around campus Scott and Peter helped her with her bags and brought them to Peter's office for the routine check. She sat down and Scott stood by her. He didn't completely know why he was there, Peter had just called him up there.

"We have to check through your bags just to make sure you didn't break anything like drugs, knifes, stuff that could harm you or someone else, and on. It's nothing about privacy, it's just for safety. And I'm sure Scott can tell you the rules." Peter said as he checked her bags. "Yeah, um, no drugs, no alcohol, and no....sex," Scott said, he felt funny saying it to a 12-year-old. "But food fights, football games and river swimming are perfectly acceptable!" Scott exclaimed, then laughed nervously as Peter gave him a Look. "Ignore everything Scott just said, except the first 3 rules." he muttered, shaking his head. "I shoula picked Ez," He muttered again. "Hey!" Scott said, pretending to be insulted. "Well, everything except-" "I didn't pack my bags, my Dad did!" a panicked Kristin exclaimed. "Hey, it's okay! Well, group will start soon. Why don't you help her with her bags and show her to the girls cabin and wait for her for group, we'll introduce her to everyone there. Is that OK?" "Yeah, sure!!" Scott said. "I was talking to Kristin." "Oh." "Yeah, Okay," said Kristin, already warming up to the place.

"So, what are you in for?" Scott asked on the way to the girls cabin. "What are you in for?" Kristin asked right back. "Nah, I asked you first." "Fights." She muttered. "Just fights? If it was just that then I bet about half your school would be here. Anyways, I'm in here because my stepmom is a skank, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I think I do." She said. "Good because I hate talking about it. And I did drugs." "I cut myself with pins." "Like sowing pins?" "Yeah. It took the other pain- whoops...said to much already." She muttered. "So how'd a twelve-year-old get in here?" "My band teacher knows Peter. Best friends. Geez." She said, shaking her head. "Would you rather he didn't and you be a screw-up for the rest of your life?" "I don't know. It's only been about 10 hours since I found out about this place. I like it so far. It's safe." She said. "Safe from what?" "People that hurt you." She said simply. "Yeah, I know what you mean."