Shay's POV:
Some people may say that they hate moving. Starting fresh. Being new.
But I dont think so. Its really entertaining actually. To be the center of attention. To be the new shiny toy. To be picked on. To be bullied because your fresh meat or whatever. Plus Im used to it.
But there is one thing I love about being new. Its that I have a mission. A goal. And I plan on succeeding in my mission before I move again.
I want everyone, and I mean everyone, to know me. To fear me. Thats all I want. I just want people to get out of my way and know not to mess with me. Sometimes I cross path with one that does and it just makes my day. It amuses me. Yeah they end up getting the shit beat out of them and I walk away with a smirk, sometimes a few words.
But im not a wanna be badass. Im all real. Im more of the im rebellious and I like to show it type of girl instead of im mysterious and evil in the inside so dont let my looks fool you and its a good idea not to mess with me. Like they say, actions speak more than words. Or something like that.
Heres the thing about me. Im an orphan. They ship me everywhere across the country to find a good place for me but they never do. People dont want to adopt me because im bad. Rebellious. Scary? Its cause of my background. Im actually proud of it. The folder they have for me is thick.
Okay so Im gonna enlighten you. I have sent plenty of poeple to hospitals. I have been in illegal crap like drug dealing, street fighting, breaking and entering, and stealing. I've been in juvy for two years for things like that which was hell! Hell, they even have a criminal record for me. Why do I do this? Simple. Its not because im an orphan but because its the only thing Im good at. The only thing I know to do. Its the life Im used to living. And it makes life more interesting and so... fun. I actually just got out of juvy a few days ago. And today was the first day I go to school. As the new girl. *Insert smirk here.*
When I woke up I decided to dress nice. Usually I would just wear sweats and tank top or something but not today. I wore dark skinny jeans, a tight black shirt, and converse. I left my black hair down and wavy. I put a little of eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes more intimidating. I usually dont bring anything to school so I ran out of my room and into the kitchen to eat breakfast.
"Good morning my new foster parents." I said looking up to see an old lady. Woah. Was not expecting that. Maybe I'll give her some mercy and act nice? "Or parent." i said taking the 's' out to make parents singular.
"Good morning. Go ahead and eat breakfast with the other children." she said smiling warmly at me. I nodded and tried to give her a small smile. I dont smile. I smirk.
I looked at the table and my eyes widened. They were all little kids around the ages of 4 to 11. Damn. This is gonna be hell.
"I'll pass. But I will take that those strawberries." I said grabbing them from the little red head girls plate.
"Hands off fatty." she said glaring at me. I glared back.
"Ex-cuse me? Watch your mouth you little-" i started but the old hag interrupted me.
"Shush both of you. Your going to miss your bus Miss Monroe." she said putting a hand on the little red heads shoulder. She stuck her tongue out at me which I returned.
"Call me Shay." i told the lady heading for the door.
When I reached the school of course everyone stared at me. I smirked at the fun I was gonna have today and walked in the school with my head held up high.
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