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Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed

I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay

(Okay)

Ashleigh ran down the highway, tears still streaming down her face. "That was so close, to close," she thought as the recalled the incident of five minutes ago, that got her into this mess she was feeling. She could still feel the burning on her cheek form the slap her father had given her.

"That's definitely going to bruise," she thought sarcastically. " I need to get out of here, I don't think I can take much more of this. That was the fifth time he tried to rape me. What's to say he won't try it again." She thought despondently. "I'm so tried. Tried of all of this. I definitely need to get out of here, but how?"

As Ashleigh slowed down and her tears stopped falling, She wiped her swollen, red eyes, and saw her high school off in the distance. Neil Armstrong High, Home of the Rockets, and the hell she was now entering.

"Yo, Ash!" Was the first thing she heard, shouted across the hall, as she entered the building.

"What!" Ashleigh shouted annoyed, she was having a really bad day, and didn't feel like putting on a mask. She saw Josh and Eliza, the perpetrators of the shout, motioning her over. She walked up to them, effectively making sure her hood was still up, covering the bruise on her right cheek.

"Woah, what's wrong with you?" Josh asked as he looked at Ashleigh with barely concealed lust and longing in his eyes.

Josh Sommers is 6 foot 2, with dark brown, short, windswept hair. And has had a crush on Ashleigh since he was thirteen. Though Ashleigh's never noticed. Josh was continually resentful of Anthony for being so close to Ashleigh. Josh had even one time asked Anthony if he ever considered going out with Ashleigh. He had just laughed and had said: "Eeeeew. No, I think her to much of sister to ever consider that." So Josh had taken that as an invitation to move in on Ashleigh, though he wasn't the only one.

Ashleigh was one of the most beautiful girls at school, with long, wild raven hair, slender waist, long, slender legs, nice sized- shaped breasts, full lips and the greenest, most emerald eyes you had ever seen. Though most of the time they were hidden by round-shaped glasses. And the dark clothing she always wore gave her a dark, mysterious, yet innocent appeal that couldn't help make people gravitate towards her. With looks and a body like that, it wasn't hard for her to be one of the most sought after girls at the school. Though more than half of the school considered her a freak. Especially more than half of the women population part of the school. Though if you told Ashleigh that she was beautiful she'd laugh and say that your crazy. It seemed almost everyone wanted to be in some kind of relationship with her. Even if it was for self gain.

"Bad morning," replied Ashleigh "how about you?"

"Fine, but isn't everyday. Though I could do without those nauseously, cheerful cheerleaders this morning. I swear their on something. No on can be that cheerful all the time. Especially not this early in the morning." said Josh smirking, as the said cheerleaders heard him and sent him nasty glares.

"Woah Josh, you better watch out the look like their ready to come smack you with their pom poms." Eliza said with a quirky grin, giving a fake scared look, and pretending to hide behind Ashleigh to prove her point. The death walkers just laughed as the nasty looks changed into death glares, after a while you just got used to the nasty looks and glares. It was just to much fun to rile up the preps.

"Hey, have any of you seen Anth?" Ashleigh asked just noticing that her best friend wasn't there laughing with them.

"Oh, he just went up to his first class. Got tired of waiting for you I guess." Eliza said slightly out of breath for laughing so long, and with a loud yawn. Looks like Ashleigh wasn't the only one tired this morning.

"Oh, that reminds me. I better head up, don't want the Crockerbitch getting any madder now do we?" Ashleigh said with a patronizing grin and a wink, that sent the group into peals of laughter again.

Miss Crocker was the teacher every sophomore despised and every freshmen feared. Ashleigh and Anthony just loved riling her up and playing pranks on her, especially Anthony. And were subsequently the ones she was most hard on.

As Ashleigh waved goodbye to her friends, and walked up the ramp and the steps to the second floor. She wondered, like many times before, if she was going to tell Anthony the truth. She decided if he came right out and asked , she promised to tell the truth. All the truth.

Ashleigh had just stepped into the room when the five minute bell rang. Seems her watch was a little early, so virtually no one was in the room. Not even Miss Crocker was in the room since she didn't come in until the last minute bell sounded. Ashleigh headed straight to the back of the classroom where Anthony was already waiting for her.

Ashleigh gave him a nervous smile as she approached. "Hey, Ash. Why do still have your hood up? You know that Crokerbitch will be on your ass for breaking a 'rule.'" Anthony said putting air quotes on the word rule. Ashleigh sighed as she took the seat on his left side.

"Well, theirs nothing for it then." she thought as she slowly took down the hood exposing her right cheek displayed with a black and blue bruise.

Anthony gasped, shocked, then soon became angry. You could tell be the look on his face he was ready to kill.

"Who? What? Who did this! I swear when I find them I'll rip his throat out! And don't lie!" Anthony said with an enraged look on his face. He was a very overprotective brother to Ashleigh and nobody touched his adopted sister.

"I'll, I'll tell you at lunch." Ashleigh said nervously as she saw the class filling up and self-consciencesly pulling up her hood to hide the striking bruise on her pale skin.

"No, your going to tell me now." And with that Anthony pulled her out of the almost full classroom and down the hall into the girls bathroom. Thinking no one was in there. Little did he forget that preps were always late to class, it was like a law of nature. But they always got in before the punks or Goths, if they went to class at all, so they weren't yelled at much. So the bathroom was full of cheerleaders, the same cheerleaders Josh had insulted earlier, and their preppy friends.

Each group stared at one another for a minute, and then

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The preps screamed, and ran out of there like the hounds of hell were after them.

"Well that was unexpected," Anthony muttered as he pulled Ashleigh to the hideous looking coach.

"So why did you pull me here? Expect, of course to scare the poor, innocent preps." Ashleigh asked extremely amused. She always wondered the preps would do if a boy barged into the bathroom. A punk boy at that.

"Ha, innocent my foot and you got a comfy coach," said Anthony stated like it was the easiest question in the world, "even though its pink." He said as an afterthought, glaring at the vibrant pink coach.

"Now for why we are here, and obviously skipping first class for," he said sarcastically. "Where did you get that bruise!" So Ashleigh told him form the abuse since she was four, after her mother died, to her father's latest attempt at raping her. At the end of the telling, Ashleigh was sobbing quite harshly and Anthony was shaking with rage.

After the sobs started to dissipate, Anthony said. "We need to get out of here!"

Ashleigh pulled back, tears still silently streaming down here face, and looked into Anthony's shockingly blue eyes.

"What? How? When?" She asked shocked.

"Right now. We could get a head start. We'll runaway to the city, or, or maybe into the country. I don't know anywhere but here." Anthony replied with conviction, willing Ashleigh to believe.

"You, don't think I haven't already thought of that. I wouldn't be able to get anywhere. He has guardianship! If he wants he can have the whole fucking country after me. And if they find us, which they probably will, they'll send me back and he'll be only be madder! Its hopeless!" She whispered brokenly. Anthony took her face into his hands and looked into her tear filled eyes, imploring her to listen.

"We can at least try."

The real cliffhanger!

Ok here some descriptions of the characters

Ashleigh Maria Potter..

Hair: wild raven black.

Eyes: Emerald green

Age: 15 ½ almost 16

( this is set in May and she shares her birthday with her brother. You figure it out.)

Ad. Parents: Bonnie and Marty Collins

Real parents: Lily and James Potter

Scars: a crescent moon by her left eyebrow( yes, this is the cruse scar, but she doesn't feel the pain yet because she's to far from Britain.)

Build: Slender, short, 5 foot 2

Piercing: three. One in her left ear and two in her right.

Clothing: usually black

Fav. Color: black. But loves neon colors and blue

Other: loves fantasy novels, and the supernatural. Hates her dad, is loyal to her friends, not easily trusting, is misunderstood. Loves rock music. Plays the guitar

Anthony Killjoy Kitts

Eyes: Electric blue

Hair: dirty blonde- Short spiky

Age: 15 ½ , 16 in June

Parents: Amelia and Jonathan

Scars: left bicep- long jagged from a biking accident

Build: tall, skinny

Piercing: one in right earlobe

Fav. Color: Electric yellow and sky blue

Cloths: usually black or blue

Other: is neglected by his parents, has an older brother, Jonathan Jr. best friend is Ashleigh, very joking and sarcastic, usually hangs out with Ashleigh with Punks and Goths. Plays the drums

Josh Cameron Sommers

Eyes: warm brown

Hair: dark brown short straight, windswept

Age: 15

Parents: Barbara and Samuel Sommers

Scars: none

Build: athletic, tall, 6 ft 2

Piercing: top right ear lobe

Fav. Color: purple

Cloths: jeans, t- shirt, black jean jacket

Other: loves skate boarding, has a huge crush on Ashleigh, resents Anthony for being so close to Ashleigh, loves video games, has a good life. Plays the guitar and sings

Eliza Amelia Meers

Eyes: dark blue

Hair: dark brown, straight long

Age: 14

Parents: Elizabeth and Carl Meers

Scars: none

Build: slender tall

Piercing: one in each ear

Fav. Color: green

Cloths: black, dark colors

Other: loves books and movies, has a good life, writes, is a friend of Ashleigh. Plays the piano.