Chapter 1
My dad died when I was two, or at least that was what I was told. My mom never talks about him. She says it's best not to talk about the past, but I still wonder about him; like how he looked, if he was sweet, if he loved me. Well I do remember some things about time, like when he would put me in my crib at night he would sing me to sleep. He wasn't a very talented singer, but it got me to sleep every night.
Then when I turned two he just vanished, poof. I didn't know what had happened, all I knew was that my daddy wasn't singing to me anymore. When I turned three, I could understand things more a bit, my mom told me he had died. After she told me I ran to my room and cried, I would never see my daddy again. I didn't even have a picture. All I can say is that things have gotten weird since he died. We move around a lot and whenever I go to school I feel like I'm being watched or followed, like some monster was out there to kill me. Well, I didn't know how right I was.
I'm twelve now and live with my grandparents. My mom died last year, she gave me her favorite necklace before she died; It's a silver chain with a black glass heart that opens with a picture of her in it. There's another space for a picture; just right for my dad, but nothings there. So now I'm stuck with nothing but this picture and my grandparents. Perfect!
First of all I hate my grandparents, and they hate me. I also have nothing in common with them, me with my long hair as black as coal, and my eyes about the same, but I swear they can change to firey red when I get angry. They both have white blond hair and electric blue eyes that can stare you sown and bore right through you. I think I better tell you my name too, my name is Olivia Grace Royal. I live in Chicago, Illinois (the Windy City) in a small stuffy apartment one floor up from my best friend, a girl amed Amelia Joyce Rodgers, people confuse us as sisters because we're so close. We sometimes even finish each other's sentences.
Well tomorrow is the first day of middle school. I'm sort of scared and happy at the same time because one: I'm finally out of elementary school, two: I'm not going to know anyone there (besides Amelia of course) because I just moved here last summer from Florida so everything is going to be new o me. I just hope I make fast friends and get out of middle school alive. I've heard it can be rough; bullies, preppy girls, mean teachers, ect. So I'm just going to hang loose and stay out of everyone's way. Hopefully.