It Just Is

By: HPFreakswillrule

PG-13

Disclaimer: not mine

Summery: Faith just wants some one to understand.

Faith Misakisat in the passenger seat of her stepmother's sleek, black Mercedes. She was 15 then, and she hated that car. If she were able to drive, maybe she wouldn't dislike it so much. Her stepmother sat to her left, rigid and snappish. "Are your rubber bands in?" She clipped.

"No," said Faith, rummaging around in her teddy bear backpack and pretending to look for them. She knew they weren't there. So, apparently, did her stepmother.

"They're not in there, are they? Are they!" Faith looked out the window, back tense. This had to be the worst part of the day. Her stepmother started to cry. Faith stayed quiet. As always

"I've given you everything that demonic bitch couldn't, why can't you do the simplest things? Can't you do anything right, you stupid half-breed? I've had such troubling news, can't you be a bit sensitive?" Her stepmother was shoving old take-out napkins in her face, trying to stem the flood of tears. Why is she telling me this, Faith thought, why does she feel she needs to say this? I don't need this anymore. Her stepmother was completely neurotic.

Faith sighed, "I'm sorry. What's wrong?" She didn't look at her stepmother; she stared at the blurring white divider lines instead. Only ten more minutes until school started. She wished she were already there. This was too much stress for every morning. How long would she have to take this before she got away?

"It's personal!" Her stepmother yelled. It wasn't her fault. It WASN'T her fault. Why did she mention it if she wasn't going to tell what it was? Faith shut her mouth again. A second later, colder, "Did you do all your homework?"

"Yes. I did it late last night, remember? You shouted at me about it." Her stepmother ignored the last part.

"You should stop wasting time on the piano. You can't even play the piano! You're grades need work; you need to spend time studying. You never study, its like you don't care at all." Faith's jaw set in a line, her eyes closing sharply. She said nothing. Five more minutes until school.

"You're a filthy half breed! Your father only kept you out of respect for your mother, now that he's gone I don't know why I bother." Her stepmother ranted as Faith lined her wine red eyes in her compact mirror. She didn't care what her stepmother and the kids at her high school said her parents loved each other and they loved her. "This is why everyone hates you!" Faiths stepmother said grabbing of a handful of Faiths hair and jerking it violently. "THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU!" her stepmother yelled. "Just get out of my sight." her stepmother whispered, pushing Faith out of the car. School is about to start.

A/N: No flames please its prologue!