I hope you all like it. My vacation is over, so my updates will probably be a little slower in the future.

I could only see the darkness around me. I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't really want to either, which properly made it even harder. I couldn't remember where I was or how I had ended up here. I could feel the madras beneath me and new that I was lying down. I could feel the sun on my face, which meant that the night had pasted.

I moved my head to the side, trying to get out of the sun light. And then I could suddenly feel my cheek burning and my head pounding violently. I quickly opened my eyes and tried to get out of bed. That was a big mistake. I barely made it out of my bed before I collapsed back on to it again. I could feel my head spinning and felt like I was going faint any minute. I opened my eyes again, and then I immediately closed them once again. The world was not supposed to spin like that.

I had never felt my head behave like this; it was like my brain was going to pop out of my head any minute. It felt teen time worse than it had yesterday after the crash; I hadn't thought that was possible.

I tried to remember what had happened yesterday. I couldn't remember getting to bed. I tried to focus, but it felt like pieces of my memory was missing, like I had had a blackout. The last thing I could remember was us eating dinner and then I got into an argument with my dad.

I squeezed my eyes even closer, really trying to concentrate. And then it felt like I had some wake up call, and everything came back to me, and I could remember everything. As the realization hit me, I opened my eyes wide up.

He hit me!

He usually never hit me. I went over the argument in my head. Had I really been that bad? I usually didn't say anything against my father so it probably had been really bad. But I hadn't been able to hold it inside me. I had been mad the whole day. I was so frustrated with not knowing anything.

It had felt like my whole past had been smashed right down in front of me in one day. First of there was the fact that we had moved back here. Then there was the whole ordeal of meeting Shane and his brothers. I mean if I hadn't been mad before meeting Shane the 'argument' with him only made it worse. It had brought back all the bad memories of how he had abandoned me.

It was his fault. He had made me mad, and because I hadn't been able to let it out on him, with his whole family standing there, I had lost my temper and had redirected my anger at my father. He had been the last piece of the puzzle to tip me over the edge. How could he still affect me so much after all these years?

I got mad at myself because I had let him affect me, so I decided to get out of bed and cheek if I had gotten any bruises. I slowly opened my eyes, and laid still for a couple of minutes getting used to the bright light. Then I sat up on the edge of the bed, with my legs hanging out over the edge. I sat still for a minute or two getting used to the dizziness in my head, and then I sighed and rose from the bed.

I could really fell the headache now. I pit down on my lip, something I always did when I was hurt or when I was nervous. I was both right now. My head was in complete and utter pain, and I was nervous to look myself in the mirror. And to top it off I was afraid and nervous about meeting my dad again.

I walked over to my mirror, but before I could see myself I covered my eyes with my hands, not wanting to be shocked about what I was about to see. Either it was as bad as it felt, which would be bad or it would be more or less bad. I was of course hoping for less.

''One, two, three'' I whispered and then I looked myself in the mirror.

It was even worse than I had expected, worse than the worse. The left side of my head was completely swollen covered in bruises. And then there was a bandage around my head, which didn't look that well done. It was bigger than the one Nate had put on me yesterday, a lot bigger actually.

I lightly touched it and winced. It was really sour.

I couldn't remember being packed into bandage. And I knew my dad hadn't hit this hard, so how had it happened. I tried thinking back but the last thing I remembered was the vision of my father's fist coming towards me.

I couldn't stand looking at it anymore so I just heeded over to my closet and took out a pair of sweets and a t-shirt. After throwing that on, I carefully put my hair up in a bun, trying not to touch the bandage. Now that I thought about it I had been wearing a bandage yesterday too, not such a big one, but it had still been there. But neither my mom nor my dad had asked where it had come from. That really showed how much they cared didn't it.

I slowly and quietly made it downstairs, not wanting to meet any of them. But I felt really hungry, so I just hopped I could get something to eat without drawing any attention to myself.

When I got out in the kitchen I couldn't hear any sounds besides my own breathing. I cheeked the watch on the wall. That was strange it was four in the afternoon why wasn't my mom making dinner? And why wasn't my dad watching television?

Well my mom was excused since our kitchen surplices hadn't been set up jet, but my dad. The TV worked fine I had seen it work yesterday. I went into the living room, but there were no people here either.

I went in to the kitchen again and that's when I noticed a note laying on the table. I picked it up and read it.

We are over at grandmas. There is some leftover pizza in the refrichiater; we plucked it in this morning. We are eating out so don't wait up for us.

Love

Mom and dad.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised but for some reason I was. How could they just leave me like that? Sure they had bandaged me or my mother probably had, but they couldn't possibly know if I was okay, I could have gotten a concussion for goods sake.

I groaned, crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash can by the table.

As I looked at the table something clicked in my head. It was really uncomfortable, like having a flash back, but all of a sudden I remembered what happened last night.

It hadn't been my father's fist that had made so much damage, it was the table. He had knocked my head into the table. He most has used more force than I remembered since he was able to do that.

He smashed my head into a table and then he just leaves without checking on me. This must mean that he wasn't sorry, he didn't regret it. But I wasn't sorry either, I didn't regret anything I said. But I also knew I wouldn't do it again, not because of me, but because of my mother. Even though I hated her for not sticking up for me, she had never physically hurt me and she was the one that had been most hurt by my dad, even though she didn't show it I knew that every time we moved she was hurting more than I was. She knew just as well as I did why we were moving, the difference between us was that she still loved my father more than anything, whereas I didn't love him anymore. I hated my father, and even though most people would tell me that it is impossible to hate your own father, that deep down I would always care for him in some way, I didn't anymore. And the fact that he had chosen to get physical with me yesterday really wasn't helping his case.

I suddenly felt hungry and decided to make the pizza my mom had set aside for me. I took it out of the refrigerator and put it into the microwave. The microwave hadn't been plucked in jet, so I put it into the socket and set the timer, before I walked into the living room and turning on the TV. I zapped around the channels for a bit and then I heard the timer from the kitchen. I picked up my pizza, and took out a class filling it with water, and then I brought it all into the living room. I let the TV stay at a random channel and then I started eating. I made sure to keep my concentration on the TV and my food, not having any more energy to think of anything else.

After I finished, I made sure to wash up my things. I wasn't in the mood to have another argument with either of my parents when they got home. Then I went back into the living room, laying down on our couch and focusing on the current movie showing on the channel. I didn't know it and it seemed to be far into the storyline but it didn't matter, I could feel myself slipping away. I closed my eyes, and tried to get rid of the thoughts of my father's fist slowly closing in on my face.

I woke up and turned around expecting to see my nightstand and my old clock, but instead I was meet with the sight of the living room. I must have fallen asleep last night. I slowly got up from the couch and rubbed my eyes. I then heard some noise from the kitchen. It sounded like the television was turned on. I made it into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table. She was watching the news and she didn't even hear me come in.

I was just about to ask her when they got home yesterday when I heard someone walking down the stairs. I turned around and saw my dad coming down the stairs in his night close. He looked like he had just woken up. He looked me strait in the eyes.

I waited for him to say something. To apologize or at least give me an explanation as to why he had hit me. But he didn't say anything he just nodded his head at me and went over to the refrigerator. I looked over at my mother to see her watching me intensely. She didn't say anything either but I could see the shame and sadness in her eyes. I didn't care I just threw a glare at her and then went upstairs.

''Remember you start in school today honey'' she shouted out at me. I didn't even turn around to look at her; I could here by her voice that she was standing at the end of the stairs. I didn't answer I just went straight to my room.

I locked my door and threw myself down on the bed. I took a hold on my pillow and decided to something I hadn't done I a while. Scream.

As the bus drove on to school grounds I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I knew my face was covered in bruises and even though I had done my best to hide them with make-up they were still visible, maybe not from a distant, but I couldn't expect all the kids at the school to keep their distance, so I had to have some good explanation, and I had racked my mind all morning trying to come up with one, but I had decided to see what happened since I couldn't come up with one.
I looked out the window as the bus came to a stop, everybody quickly made it out in one big huddle, and I couldn't help but laugh a little as I made it out slowly as the last one. I looked around at all the people, who were arriving, they all looked so happy. No nervous faces as mine. It would have been so much easier had it been the begging of a year. When your new you get a certain amount of attention, if it's in the begging of a school year there's often a couple of new students, if you look a aside from the freshmen's of course, and therefore you don't such a big amount of attention, but when it's in the middle of the year, everybody is settled in, even the freshmen's so everybody will most suddenly notice you at some point.

But hey I should know the drill by know; I thought to myself before heading inside to find the office, to get my locker number and schedule. As I entered the school people looked at me but nobody seemed too surprised or shocked. Nobody recognized me, but then again why should they I didn't have many friends when I lived here, and it had been 4 years by know and definitely didn't look like I did back then.

I looked around and quickly spotted the office.
I made my way over and slowly opened the door. There was a middle-aged woman at desk, she was wearing glasses concentrating on the computer before, she wasn't typing very fast, and she had to look down at the keyboard and then up at the screen to double check what she was writing. She hadn't heard me entering the door it seemed.

''Excuse me, I'm new here do you think you have some papers for me.'' I uttered slowly, as she whipped her head up from the keyboard and looked intensely at me. She then smiled and rose from the chair slowly.

''Well of course my dear, what's your name?'' she asked making her way over to a file cabinet.

''Mitchie Torres.'' I said firmly, she just nodded her head looking through the files.

''Here it is Mitchie. '' She said as she found it, and gave it to me, with a big smile.

''Thank you very much. Have a nice day.'' I finally said making my way out.

When I came out into the hallway I looked to the right as I felt something hard slamming into my hip throwing me up against the wall with a slam. I looked to my left, wanting to know what had caused it, but found nobody, as I heard a soft mown I looked down and found a girl sprawled at my feet.

''Are you alright?'' I asked sitting down looking at her. As she lifted her head to look at me, I recognized her as the girl that had been at the Grey house.

''Yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry I wasn't looking were I was running.'' She said getting to her feat hauling me up with her by the arm. ''Hey I've seen you before'' she looked me up and down, but kept smiling at me.

''Yeah I'm Mitchie we meet the other day.'' I couldn't help but smile too, her smile was infectious.

''Oh yeah, I forgot. Nice to see you again, or run into you would be more accurate. I'm sorry by the way. If it's any constellation I'll probably get a lot of bruises. I bruise easily.'' I started walking slowly towards the way I thought my locker would be, and she followed without thinking about it.

''its fine. So do I, so we'll both be blue.'' I said concentration on the numbers on the lockers. She laughed a heartily laugh, and I couldn't help but grin.

''It seems you already are.'' She looked at my face, but she didn't seem concern.

'' Yeah, I fell on the payment when we were unpacking.'' I lied through my teeth. And then again it wasn't a complete lie, and she didn't seem like there was anything wrong with my statement.

''I know Nate told me.'' I looked at her in shook; she actually believed that I had been that hurt. Well fine then, that just made my life a little easier.

'' Right. For a second I forgot you were there.'' I finally found my locker and turned to open it.

''I don't think I'll ever forget, I haven't seen the boys like that before. They normally always know what to do or say.'' I could hear the obvious amusement in her voice, but I myself didn't find it rather funny. It had been uncomfortable for me too. As I opened my locker and showed my bag inside, Caitlyn snatched the schedule I was holding.

As I turned to take it back a boy approached us. I quickly recognized him as Nate, and as I was about to say hallo, he put a finger to his lips, and that's when I noticed that Caitlyn hadn't seen him jet. I just smiled at him as he quietly made his way over.

He was just about to put his hands at her sides, when she took a step to left before turning around and looking him strait in the eyes.

''Hallo Nate.'' She smiled brightly at his choked face and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

''I truly don't understand how you keep doing that?'' he sighed, and then took a step forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. I just stared on in shook. I thought she was Shane's girlfriend?

'' And I don't understand why you keep trying.'' She laughed a little at his pretend sad face, and then she noticed me looking at them. '' Something the matter Mitchie?''

''No not at all. I just thought you were with Shane.'' I said without thinking about it. Nate looked at me with slight shook, but Caitlyn just smiled.

'' I think we would kill each other. Shane and I only get along in small doses.'' She said as if it was common knowledge.

Nate just laughed at her, before turning towards me, placing an arm around Caitlyn meanwhile.

''How's your head? You left so suddenly yesterday that my dad never had the chance to get a look on you. Your face look kind of bruised, I didn't know it was that bad? '' he looked concerned, and I could feel myself linking him more and more by the minute.

''It's fine, it doesn't hurt much, you did an excellent job. The bruises will disappear with time.'' He seamed satisfied with my answer, cause he just nodded before looking down at the watch on his arm.

''I have to get going, I'll see you girls later.'' He said, quickly giving Caitlyn a light kiss before leaving. Caitlyn just smiled and then she looked down at my schedule which she still had in her hands.

''It seems we have homeroom together, come on I'll show you?'' she said after looking over my schedule, she took a hold on my arm and I barely got to close my locker before she was dragged me towards a classroom. There weren't many students inside the classroom, but as we entered the bell rang and people started pouring in. Caitlyn quickly got us two seats in the back; I sat down and locked around at the people who had entered the room. I recognize a couple but I had never really talked to any of them.

Everybody was talking with someone, and the teacher still seemed to be missing.

''So Mitchie, I gathered from Nate that you lived here when you where 12. Am I correct?'' Caitlyn asked me, turning in her seat so that she was facing me.

''Yes.'' I said taking out my phone, my mom usually texted me during the day, but she hadn't yet.

'' You don't say much. Something the matter? '' I looked up and saw her starring intensely at me.

''What? No of course not. I'm just not so good with new people.'' I stuttered and I could see the doubt in her eyes, but she just raised one eyebrow before smiling at me.

''I know the feeling, I was the new girl last year.'' She said as the teacher entered, and everybody got quit. I was just about to answer, when the teacher spotted me and moved down the aisle towards me. She wasn't very old, she had dark red hair and glasses, and there was a big smile on her face.

''Mitchie right? I'm Miss. Brown. It's nice to meet you.'' She exclaimed shaking my hand. ''You haven't received any books jet, have you?'' she asked before I had a chance to respond to the first thing she said.

'' No not jet? '' I hadn't really thought about books. I probably should have thought about that when I was in the office.

'' Have you been assigned a guide?'' she made her way towards the board, and that was when I noticed all the other students looking at me. The room was incredibly quit, everybody was anticipating my answer.

''A guide miss?'' I almost whispered, not sure whether or not she heard me.

''Yes. All new students get a guide. Are there any volunteers?'' she asked as she looked out into the classroom at her students. I could see Caitlyn was about to speak, when the door was burst open and a black haired boy stumbled inside laughing.

As he noticed Miss. Brown looking at him with a frown, and the silence in the room, he stopped laughing, but he still had a grin on his face.

'' Good morning Miss. Brown. How lovely it is to see you.'' He exclaimed, and some of the boys in the room chuckled. Miss. Brown just smiled, and then she looked straight at me.

''Well it seems we have found a guide for you Mitchie.'' As the words left her mouth, the black haired boy looked at me, and his smile disappeared the second he noticed me.

I felt my mouth going dry as I looked up at the boy and recognized him as Shane.

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