(Caralea's Point Of View)
Walking through my front door later that day my father screamed at me stumbling up to me. Even before I got my school bag off of my shoulder he spoke.
"Caralea, where have you been" My father slurred, great he is drunk again. Before I even had my mouth open to answer his hand connected with my cheek. Tears started to well up in my eyes but I wouldn't let then out in front of him. That would mean he won, I would give him what he wants and I don't want that to happen. I ran up the stairs leaving my father behind to climb them slowly after me. Quickly I grabbed a duffel bag and packed some clothing into it as well as: My mp3, toothbrush and toothpaste, a few books, my art pad and some paints as well as sketching pens. I grabbed my diary then headed for the window. I got it open and popped the screen off of it when my father broke in my door. I climbed out as fast as I could but he grabbed onto my foot. I pulled to get away and he pulled to keep me there. I grabbed onto he window seal and used my other foot to kick him backwards. He fell and I made my get away.
I ran down the street bag in hand I didn't stop until I reached my destination. My best friend Leah's house, I pounded on the door knowing she was the only one home. The door swung open to reveal a very slim looking girl my age. "Hey you must be here for Leah she's upstairs" the girl called out. With a thank you I ran up the stairs through the door and into my best friends arms.
All that night my mother nor father ever called to see if I was ok. My best friend cuddled me into her arms and made me feel like everything was ok again.
In the middle of the night I felt the weight of the bed shift slightly and a pair of arms wrap around me. By morning those arms were gone and so was my friend. I could slightly hear the shower water run for fifteen minutes until my best friend walked into the room in nothing but her panties. Looking her up and down I realized what I was doing. I stopped immediately remembering she didn't know I am into girls that way yet. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her for more then a few seconds, her slim body moving so swiftly as her wet hair collided with her skin making it moist. I felt myself getting that same old feeling again. Wanting something that everyone in my life says I cant have. I want to be with a woman not a man. I want to be held by a woman, caressed by a woman, make love to a woman. But I haven't found the right one just yet.
"So another day of hell huh car" Leah asked me and snapped me out of my daze.
"Yeah the sad thing, neither of my parents even seamed to care that I wasn't in my bed last night" I said sighing pulling some clothing out of my bag. "Hey can I use your makeup" I asked and she nodded. I walked to the bathroom and slipped into my clothing as well as my wristbands, fingerless gloves and studded belt. Next I layered my eyes with eyeliner and black eye shadow. Using some lip gloss as we headed out the door to school my attire was complete. Leah and I dressed rather similar.

Leah and I walk through the door of our school sticking close to eachother.

Neither of us want to go to school. The halls were loud and annoying as usual but there was one thing that stuck out to me today. There's a new girl. Wow she looks beautiful. I got distracted and happened to "Trip" over someone's foot. I stumbled trying to catch myself but my books went flying out of my bag. Along with my Sharpie and a pocket knife. People started to talk among themselves but I could hear them whisper as I got my books and items. "Look, it's a knife I bet she cuts with that" I heard one person say. My eyes welled with tears once again but I hid it with my hair. I stood as the new girl handed me one of my books. I thanked her blushing and ran to the bathroom.

(Lalani's Point Of View)
How could they do the poor girl I mean honestly how mean can you get. She didn't do anything to them why did they have to be so mean. I thought to my self. Are they going to do things like that to me. I mean she looks a lot like me but more quiet. What if that happens to me I couldn't handle that after all I have been through in my life time.
Walking my way to the office I see what look to be a few seniors giving kids wedgies, so immature why cant they see it doesn't matter what you are in high school. After you are out nothing then really matters but what you have learned. I walk up to the office and take a deep breath. Ohh I hated doing this, I don't like being in new crowds.
The secretary didn't look to pleased when I walked up to her and asked her for my schedule. She handed me the paper, I thanked her and walked away looking at the paper.
(Classes in order)
History
Math
English
Lunch
Language
Art
Science
Elective
The warning bell rang signaling for everyone to get to class. I walked around looking for room 1 c. I found it within a few minutes and walked into the door as soon as the bell rang. The teacher looked up at me with a glare. "You are late Miss Dragoni" the teacher stated. I gave her a sour look and walked to the desk handing her my pass.
"Sorry I got lost Ms. Uhhh" I look down at my paper "Ms. Evans" She huffed and took the paper crossing my name off on the role call.
"Well Lalani tell us about yourself" The teacher stated smirking, she knew where to hit me already. . . that's not good. I put on a fake smile and proceeded to think how to answer that.
"Well my name is Lalani and I just moved to this crappy town because my father sent me to live with my stupid mom and stepfather" I said smirking her way.
"Well take a seat Miss Dragoni" The teacher said giving up. I walked to the back of the room where the girl around my age, the one they were picking on sat she looked like someone I could get along with. I walked by and a few guys whistled and other laughed saying rude things. I sat down in the empty seat and leaned back, not wanting this day to continue.
I wrote a note to the girl:
Hi my name is Lalani. And passed it to her.
She looked down at it like there were aliens coming out of her desk. She scribbled something down.
I read it my names Caralea it said.
Do they always do that to you I wrote.
The bell rang, Caralea took the paper and avoided me the rest of the day.