Chapter 1

Beep!! Beep!! Beep!!! Beeeeeep!!! Beep—BAM!!!!

That's the sound of a 16-year-old's alarm clock; and then her eventually her teaching it its lesson by hurling it at her wall. This 16-year-old girl would be known as Samantha-Addison, but most people called her "Bitch". It'd been that way ever since she started kindergarten when she'd bitten open a 7-year-old's nose for pushing her off a kiddy swing. Rather it was "Psycho-Bitch", "Little Bitch", or sometimes even "Rude Bitch", Samantha-Addison knew she'd have to lay back and accept it after awhile. Besides, what could she do about it? She knew she was right whenever it came down to it, but hey, who really gave a fuck?

"Crap." Samantha-Addison murmurs, sitting up in her bed and squinting through the darkness that was her room, "Time to wake up the twins." 6:30 was 6:30. The twins were Sam's 11-year-old half brother and sister. Any other year, this wouldn't be her job; but ever since her mom dumped her, she'd have to do it. Sam didn't really know what to think about what her mom was doing, but she couldn't be mad at her. She'd been through Hell, her mother.

First it was her own parents, then Sam's dad, and now her daughter (Sam's full-blood sister) Eileen. When Samantha-Addison really thought about it, her mother was never truly happy unless she was with Jesse, the twins' father. Sure she loved her kids, but Jesse was just the icing on the cake for her. She needed him more than anything right now. And besides, he only lived about an hour away from where Sam watched the Twins. And as far as most knew, the Twins seemed okay with whatever right now. They didn't know Eileen so well anyway.

"Okay." Sam yawns, crawling out of her bed, "Let's do this." Sauntering out of her room in an over-sized band t-shirt, she makes way for her brother Heath's room first. She could hear his music blasting before she even opened the door. It was some Fall Out Boy song playing.

"Oh man." Sam whines inside her head as she opens his door and cuts on a light, "Heath, get up!!"

After a couple more yells, Heath finally begins to move around and sit up in his bed. "Oh, hey Sam." He murmurs, trying to adjust to the light.

"Yeah, hey kid. See you downstairs." Sam nods, walking away from his door and going next door to Hazel's room. Sam can once again already tell what she's listening to—a Lady Gaga song.

"Hey, Hazel, get up, will ya?" the headache-pronged teenager moans after kicking open her sister's door. "Alright, alright, I'm up!" Hazel sits up with the quickness, waving Samantha-Addison away.

Now she was on her way to Eileen's room— not that she was suppose to go in there.

"Maybe she'll come home." Sam's mom Sarah, and Jesse, had told her. "What makes you so sure?" Samantha-Addison had spat back. They never got back to her about that remark.

"Dammit." Samantha shudders, thinking back to the conversation for a brief couple of seconds. Quickly wiping the memory away, she goes straight for Eileen's closet and swipes her sister's forgotten pair of Converses. "As if she even liked these fucking shoes…" Samantha-Addison mumbles as she leaves her sister's room and treads back to her own. After closing her bedroom door, Samantha-Addison leans back against it and sinks to the floor. "And now for the worse part of any day."

She hated getting dressed—for anything. She always did. But, she had to go to school. She'd already missed as much as she could with moving from Seattle and all. But that wasn't very much, seeing as she moved over Winter vacation. Now it was the middle of fucking January and her mom (and the social worker who probably had a hand in this) really wanted her in school as soon as possible. So only to avoid hurting or pissing her mom off, damn it Samantha-Addison Burke was gonna take her ass to school; even if it did feel like the death of her.

Not that she had a hard time in school or anything. Sam usually had a decent handful of kids she called friends. Lately she just hadn't felt like doing anything but drugs or punching herself; never much of a cutter, this one. She'd tried it a few times and thought it wasn't so bad, but only on occasion of something dreadful where she absolutely needed the pain would you catch her dragging a knife or one of her mom's razors through her skin.

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After finally forcing herself into a plain purple shirt, black cargo pants, and the Converses, Samantha-Addison made way for the personal bathroom inside of her room. Glancing into the bathroom at herself, she realized she looked like Hell—not that she didn't on any other day of the week. But today was a little more than usual; besides the fact that her hair's all over the fucking place, her eyes are bleary and red as shit. She hadn't brushed her teeth and hadn't felt like doing so either. So she wouldn't. "This is why floss was invented, right?" she joked to herself.

After flossing, Samantha-Addison reached onto a hair accessory rack that was built into the bathroom and grabbed off a black rubber band. Once she's done combing in a minor bang for the front of her face, she ties the rest of her black and brown hair into a bun.

She sighs depressively, still looking at her pitiful self in the mirror--Not that she had wanted to look like Bar Refaeli or anything. She wasn't into the sex appeal for guys. Not that she was a lesbian. It's that she didn't trust guys. Not after the one sleazebag that she actually thought was worth something. That's what set her off.

Leaving her bathroom and sliding on her book bag, Samantha-Addison scoops up her black coat and heads downstairs. The Twins are already eating when she lingers into the kitchen. "Whoa, you look like Hell." Hazel sighs, glancing up at her for a moment.

This slightly pisses Sam off. "Watch it kid." She replies, "You don't look too sharp yourself." This causes Heath to shoot his little sister a mean smile and she rolls her eyes.

"I didn't mean your clothes—Not that I'm a fan of that either. I meant your face." Hazel explains quickly.

"Oh…yeah, whatever. What time do you guys have to be at school again?" Sam nods.

"I don't know." Heath shrugs.

"A quarter to 9." Hazel groans slightly. Both Heath and Samantha-Addison shoot her a dirty look.

"Ugh…Can I drop you off early?" Sam asks, heading over to a cabinet and opening it. She pulls out a box of chocolate granola bars and a plastic cup. This makes Hazel even more upset apparently. "What's your problem?" Sam is almost about to ask out loud.

"No need to. The bus comes at 8." Hazel answers once more.

"Well, you know what? Geez, so I forgot some stuff. Cut me a break you little eye-sore." Samantha-Addison snaps. She doesn't yell, but it sure leaves Hazel speechless and returning to her bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Heh heh, eye sore…" Heath snickers. Sam glances at him for a second and secretly smiles. Heath was always the less bossy and attention-hungry twin. Maybe it was because he was 20 minutes older than Hazel. But really, what was Hazel's deal lately anyway?

Turning away from him, Samantha-Addison pours herself a cup of orange juice and grabs a bar out of the granola box. After downing the juice, she turns back to face the Twins once again. "Good…I uh, I gotta go." She begins, "Don't do anything serious."

"It's only 7:30!" Heath exclaims suddenly, causing his older sister to glance at him once again.

"Dude, I don't wanna leave you alone with Hazel as much as I wanna be left alone with Hazel. Gotta go kid." Sam explains, throwing her plastic cup in the trash and sliding off her book bag.

"Hey—what's that suppose to mean?" Hazel whines.

"It means: you're a prude." Samantha-Addison responds as she puts on her coat.

"A prude? And what does that mean?" Hazel questions angrily, yet confused.

"It means that you should layoff sometimes." Sam shakes her head, putting back on her book bag now.

"Ugh, whatever." Hazel sneers, "I do layoff. You should just remember stuff better—I'm freakin' 11!" This time Hazel stops Samantha-Addison dead in her tracks.

Thinking about what her sister's just said to her, Samantha-Addison realizes what she means—that she's a Hell of a lot older than most 16-year-olds are supposed to be. "Hmm, you know what? You're right Hazel. I'll be sure to remember…Later." Sam says as she grabs her car keys out of her coat pocket and heads for the front door.

"Later!" Heath calls to her; Hazel doesn't say a word.

She's been left confused like Hell.