bDisclaimer/b: I bdo not/b own any of these characters. They belong
to Fox Family. Though I do own Shaye, Debbie and Joree.
bEditors note: /b This is my first fan fiction, so don't hate. Lol. It is about me and what it would be like if I attended Horizon. Reviews are welcome, and appreciated. Tell me if you like it or hate it. What could make it better or what i'm doing wrong. Criticism helps. Thanks.
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"You can't do this to me!!" Shaye screamed at the top of her lungs to her parents.
"We gave you the perfect life and YOU screwed it up, we have no idea what else to do with you. You leave tomorrow, no ifs ands or buts. Have your things packed." Shaye ran out of her house, 'how could they do this to me' she thought.
"Hey shorty!" Shaye turned to see who just had to irk her that much more by calling her shorty. It was none other than Joree himself.
"What's up?" Joree questioned, obviously seeing the pain in her eyes.
"My rents are shipping me off to some fucking isolation school." Shaye told him.
"WHAT? Who's going to hook me up now?" Joree questioned getting annoyed.
"Fuck you Joree, what about me?? I need to tweak NOW and I leave in a day and all you can care about is who's going to hook you up with crystal meth, gee thanks for caring."
"Sorry, it won't be the same around here without you." He replied sarcastically. "It'd be better off without me." Shaye mumbled under her breath "What?" "Nothing I have to pack."
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"Wake up its 5:00 am" Shaye hesitantly got out of her safe bed; she reached under her mattress and grabbed the old familiar box. "Fucking savior." She told herself. With that she opened the box, pulled out her broken mirror and continued to snort a few lines of crystal meth. "With this nothing can hurt me" She tried to convince herself.
"LET'S GO!!!" She heard her mother yell up to her. "I'm coming!" "Well you better hurry up or you'll be late" Debbie snapped "Yes mother dear" Shaye said coldly. "Don't you ever give me that attitude again" Debbie demanded. "Do you hear me young lady?"
The car ride up was silent. Shaye had no intent to speak with the people who were supposed to love and care for her. But little did she know they would just as soon ship her off to some school for societal- rejects.
"Hello, welcome to Horizon. I'm Peter Scarbrow the headmaster at this school." "Hello, i'm Debbie and this over there is Shaye." Debbie said while pointing to her daughter.
"Well hello Shaye" Peter said, trying to gain eye contact with her. "yah whatever." She retorted. 5 minutes at this school and she already hated everything about it. 'I might as well be dead' she told herself.
"Well I'll let you two say your goodbyes and then Shaye you'll have to come with me." Peter continued.
"No need for goodbye's, after what she did she doesn't deserve it." Shaye said, looking directly at her mother. "Goodbye father"
With that, Shaye followed Peter into his office. "Have a seat" "No thanks."
Shaye looked out the window at the forest, she loved to be outdoors. It was nothing like what she had expected it to be. There were no fences, no bars she was free.
"There are a few rules here" Peter began. "First off no sex, violence or inappropriate touching. This is a safe place, a place where you come to get away from all the crap in your real life. And for some, those actions may cause them pain and bring back memories."
There was a sudden knock at the door, and in walked a tall blonde women. She looked to be about 5'6.
"Peter." Her voice trailed off realizing he was with a new admit. "I'm sorry; I didn't know someone was in here with you." She spoke apologetically. "No Soph you're just on time" Peter smiled. "Shaye, i'm assigning you to the Cliffhanger group, this is Sophie Becker your counselor." "Anything you tell her, or any other counselor is confidential, unless off course there is suspicion that you will harm yourself or others. We are then bound by law to notify the proper authorities." "Now if you'll go with her she will take you to the doctor for your physical" Peter said. "I'm not going for a fucking physical!" Shaye rebelled back to him. "That isn't an option." Peter demanded.
bEditors note: /b This is my first fan fiction, so don't hate. Lol. It is about me and what it would be like if I attended Horizon. Reviews are welcome, and appreciated. Tell me if you like it or hate it. What could make it better or what i'm doing wrong. Criticism helps. Thanks.
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"You can't do this to me!!" Shaye screamed at the top of her lungs to her parents.
"We gave you the perfect life and YOU screwed it up, we have no idea what else to do with you. You leave tomorrow, no ifs ands or buts. Have your things packed." Shaye ran out of her house, 'how could they do this to me' she thought.
"Hey shorty!" Shaye turned to see who just had to irk her that much more by calling her shorty. It was none other than Joree himself.
"What's up?" Joree questioned, obviously seeing the pain in her eyes.
"My rents are shipping me off to some fucking isolation school." Shaye told him.
"WHAT? Who's going to hook me up now?" Joree questioned getting annoyed.
"Fuck you Joree, what about me?? I need to tweak NOW and I leave in a day and all you can care about is who's going to hook you up with crystal meth, gee thanks for caring."
"Sorry, it won't be the same around here without you." He replied sarcastically. "It'd be better off without me." Shaye mumbled under her breath "What?" "Nothing I have to pack."
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"Wake up its 5:00 am" Shaye hesitantly got out of her safe bed; she reached under her mattress and grabbed the old familiar box. "Fucking savior." She told herself. With that she opened the box, pulled out her broken mirror and continued to snort a few lines of crystal meth. "With this nothing can hurt me" She tried to convince herself.
"LET'S GO!!!" She heard her mother yell up to her. "I'm coming!" "Well you better hurry up or you'll be late" Debbie snapped "Yes mother dear" Shaye said coldly. "Don't you ever give me that attitude again" Debbie demanded. "Do you hear me young lady?"
The car ride up was silent. Shaye had no intent to speak with the people who were supposed to love and care for her. But little did she know they would just as soon ship her off to some school for societal- rejects.
"Hello, welcome to Horizon. I'm Peter Scarbrow the headmaster at this school." "Hello, i'm Debbie and this over there is Shaye." Debbie said while pointing to her daughter.
"Well hello Shaye" Peter said, trying to gain eye contact with her. "yah whatever." She retorted. 5 minutes at this school and she already hated everything about it. 'I might as well be dead' she told herself.
"Well I'll let you two say your goodbyes and then Shaye you'll have to come with me." Peter continued.
"No need for goodbye's, after what she did she doesn't deserve it." Shaye said, looking directly at her mother. "Goodbye father"
With that, Shaye followed Peter into his office. "Have a seat" "No thanks."
Shaye looked out the window at the forest, she loved to be outdoors. It was nothing like what she had expected it to be. There were no fences, no bars she was free.
"There are a few rules here" Peter began. "First off no sex, violence or inappropriate touching. This is a safe place, a place where you come to get away from all the crap in your real life. And for some, those actions may cause them pain and bring back memories."
There was a sudden knock at the door, and in walked a tall blonde women. She looked to be about 5'6.
"Peter." Her voice trailed off realizing he was with a new admit. "I'm sorry; I didn't know someone was in here with you." She spoke apologetically. "No Soph you're just on time" Peter smiled. "Shaye, i'm assigning you to the Cliffhanger group, this is Sophie Becker your counselor." "Anything you tell her, or any other counselor is confidential, unless off course there is suspicion that you will harm yourself or others. We are then bound by law to notify the proper authorities." "Now if you'll go with her she will take you to the doctor for your physical" Peter said. "I'm not going for a fucking physical!" Shaye rebelled back to him. "That isn't an option." Peter demanded.