A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! I'm back with the first real chapter :) I'm gonna warn you guys in advance that this story swears a lot. If that offends you . . . well, I'm sorry.

Thank you to the people who reviewed and/or favorited/alerted this story or me as an author. You guys are awesome! This chapter is dedicated to Nicia :)

Enjoy the chapter, guys!

~ Sarah Odair ~

Chapter One

"Have I ever told you how much I hate my life?" I grumbled to my sister, pushing the door open so hard that it hit the inside wall with a resounding bang.

Lillian's dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "Easy there, Rose. You're going to make Mom pay to fix the hole that the doorknob is sure to make one of these times," she chastised jokingly, stepping inside and gently closing the door behind her.

I threw my bag into the corner of the room and let myself fall face-first onto the bed. "Let the stupid bitch pay for it. Hell, that's all the more reason to put a hole in the wall," I growled, my voice muffled by the sheets. But I knew that she heard what I said.

"Rose, why do you hate her so much? I mean, you make her seem so much worse than she really is," she mused, plopping down on her own bed.

I rolled over so that I could shoot her an incredulous look. "Are you serious? Lily, she's a total bitch! I know that she hates me, and I'm fine with it, because I hate her, too. I'd be much happier in Saint John."

Lily sighed, running a hand through her fiery auburn hair. The slight waviness of it was a trait from our father, and I sometimes wished that I had her hair instead of mine. But then, I'd look more like mom. I already had her eyes and her curls, so I really didn't want anything else to remind me of the fact that she was my mother. Besides, I looked exotic with my dark hair, and it drove the guys crazy.

"I don't know why you love Saint John so much. I mean, I love being there with Dad, but our life is here now. I know that we were born there, but Montana feels more like home to me," she told me, folding her arms being her head and stretching out on her bed.

"Montana will never be my home, Lily. I hate it here. I hate this stupid, fucked up school that's filled with stuck-up bitches that are really a waste of space. And I hate our house, because I hate living with Janine," I spat.

"Well, you'd better stop hating it, because we have to be there soon. It's Christmas Eve; you know that Mom will kill us if we're not home for supper," she pointed out.

I sighed. I wished that I could spend Christmas with Dad, because Mom made what is supposed to be a happy holiday unbearable.

"Well, we don't want to keep the bitch waiting, do we?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She sighed again, but didn't answer.

We grabbed our bags and made our way to the dorm that our younger brother, Cam, lived in.

I pounded on the door.

"Hey! Fucktard! Get your ass out here!" I called. I really didn't have the patience today to wait for him. He always did everything so slowly, because he was such a lazy-ass.

Cam was fifteen, and pretty much the only thing he ever did was play video games. He bugged the crap outta me, and I knew that it was his mission in life to annoy me.

His door opened, revealing one of his stupid friends whose name I didn't care to remember. The smell of stale sweat flooded out, and I nearly gagged.

"Where the fuck is my brother?" I asked the kid.

"Packing." He turned to the other kids in the room. "Looks like we'd better get going, guys. Rosezilla is on a rampage!" he said quickly, running back in, grabbing his controller and sprinting out before I could wring his neck. They all filed out after him, regarding me with fear.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the danger zone, as I liked to call it. His dorm room was absolutely disgusting; there were dirty clothes everywhere, old food, and questionable substances on the walls and floor. Not to mention it smelled like B.O.

"God, Cam, do you even know how to use a shower?" I asked, disgusted. His dark hair was greasy, his skin was oily, and he smelled like ass.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. But the guys and I have been playing COD nonstop, and none of us bothered to shower in the past two days."

"That is disgusting," Lily muttered, plugging her nose to try breathing through her mouth. But her expression turned even more disgusted, and she squealed, "Eww! I can taste it! Oh my God, I need a toothbrush! Or a mint! Anything to get this taste out of my mouth!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her, earning a glare that did absolutely nothing to scare me. Lily was about as scary as a fluffy little kitten.

"Well, dirtbag, if you think that you're getting in my car smelling like that, then you are sorely mistaken. Get a shower. Now," I said firmly.

He rolled his eyes, grabbed a change of clothes, and left the room, making his way down the hall to the showers.

"I'm going to suffocate if I stay in here," Lily announced. "And we're going to smell like ass. Can we please wait outside the dorm?"

I nodded, eager to get out of the stinkhole. I sent a text to Cam telling him where we'd be waiting, and then I hooked my arm through hers and we made our way outside.

Once we were outside, I dug around in my purse for my Amor Amor, spritzing myself and Lily with it and filling the air around us with the lovely scent of currants.

"Thank God we're out of there. I swear, his room is the most disgusting thing ever," she muttered, pulling her long hair into a messy bun before pulling her knit beanie out of her bag and placing it on her head.

"I know. It looks like a dump or something," I said in agreement, shuddering. I didn't even want to think about what creatures might be living in there.

We waited twenty minutes before Cam came down, looking nice and clean.

"Finally. Now, we'd better get going so that we don't have to deal with a bitch session from Mom," I muttered, walking toward my car.

Now, I loved my car. It was old, but I adored it. It was a 1978 Pontiac Trans Am, and it worked beautifully. And it was red, which was one of my favorite colors.

We stuffed our bags in the trunk before piling in. I turned the key in the ignition, starting it, and turned the heat on full-blast. It was freezing outside!

Before pulling out, I inserted a CD and waited for it to play. It was a burnt CD with all of my favorite songs on it.

Once LMFAO's "All Night Long" started playing, I pulled out of my parking spot and started the forty-five minute drive to Hell.

So, how was it? Did you guys like it? Let me know what you thought in a review :) constructive criticism is welcomed . . . hell, it's appreciated, even! I like knowing where I need to improve, so if there's anything wrong so far, let me know!

I promise I'll update soon :) but, who knows? Bloodlines comes out tomorrow, so I'll probably be reading that all day xD

Until next time!

~ Sar ~