I don't live in america, neither do i know anything about foster systems. so if i get anything wrong please tell me.

Chap 2

My first day in a new school. Again. I hate changing schools. I was either bullied or ignored. I prefer the latter. But unfortunately, most of the time, I came home with food stains on my clothes. My foster brother drove me to school. He was a senior. Like me. Captain of the basketball team. He gave me a run down of the teachers and who to avoid.

"If you get Darbus for homeroom, you're gonna suffer for the rest of the year…" Troy chanted on and on. I nodded my head at appropriate times. Not really listening to what he was saying.

This first day at East High went quite well. I actually made friends with some of Troy's friends. Chad with his puffy hair and his girlfriend, Taylor, who forced me to join the school decathlon team as soon as Troy told her how good I was at math. I actually had a crush on Zeke. His friendly attitude charmed me almost immediately. Everyone thought I was little miss goody-two-shoes.

During lunch, I managed to escape Troy and snuck to the back of the bleachers to smoke. This had happened for many months.

I picked up the habit in my freshman year. When I was depressed and wished that my mum would come back. My foster parents didn't care. They'd rather spoil their little princess with pink fluffy stuff. I didn't tell anyone about my addiction. It calmed me. It made me feel superior. Soon, I moved on to drinking.

"Gabriella, why are you home late?" a concerned Clive asked. I had been out on one of my drinking sessions and lost track of the time.

"I was at Kelsi's." I slurred. Visibly drunk.

"Have you been DRINKING!" Clive shouted so loudly I thought my ear drums would burst.

"IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM!" I shouted back. How dare he yell at me? He isn't even my father. I started punching him. Troy ran out from the room and tried to pull me back but I continued. Before I knew what I was doing, I had knocked Clive out. I had a black belt in tae-kwando. Clive and Troy were no match. Troy stared at me with fear in his eyes before he ran out of the room and called 911.

Constructive critisism is extremely welcomed. (: