Grace is a 13 year old girl who had to move in with her mother after her father died. Her mother abandoned her 8 years ago and has since moved on, with a new husband and 3 step-sons. But, the boys don't like grace as much as she would of wished....
Here I was, standing In front of my biological mother's house. The same mother that abandoned me and my father years ago, I was about 5 at the time. 8 years have past and I'm not sure what I'm doing. I didn't choose to move here. My father died, a few months ago.
He devoted all his time to me, he never made me feel lonely. But, all good things come to an end. He passed away in a car crash. I was with him, sitting in the back as he drove. I passed out during the crash. When I woke up I couldn't remember much at all, only a few memories of my father.
So as I stand here at the front door of my mother's house, I have no idea what to expect. How she acts. What she looks like. If she's moved on from dad. If I have siblings.
I brought a shaky hand up and knocked on the wooden door and released a shakey breath. Soon the door creaked and opened, a man was standing there looking at me with so much happiness, happiness that could only be genuine. He had dark brown hair and light stubble over his strong jawline.
"Hello, you must be Grace!" He stuck his hand out for me to shake, I agreed cautiously, "Yes, hello, that's me." A small smile showcasing on my face. He moved past the door and gestured for me to enter.
"Stacey! Grace is here!" He called up the stairs. A small woman quickly came running down the stairs and stared at me, her smile reaching her eyes. Jeez do all these people smile as a hobby?
I looked down at my hands tugging my sleeves, slowly my gaze landed on the woman I assumed to be my mother. She stood forward and caged me in a warm hug. I tensed at first but slowly reached my hands around her too.
When she leaned back my hands fell back to my sides. "Aww Gracy bear, you've grown so much!" Her hands pinched at my cheeks.
"Yea, well it has been 8 years. So." I mumbled, my smile disappearing as I look down at my shoes. A slight peak up at her told me she either hadn't heard what I said or didn't care at the moment.
"BOYS! Come down here, there's someone you need to meet." The man said, Stepdad I assumed. Three boys come down the stairs, two looking quite mad and ones eyes lit up when he saw me. They all stared at me.
"Don't be shy, introduce yourselves!" The man said, gesturing to me with his arms.
The tallest one stood in front of the line, arms by his side. staring straight into my sole, Damn ok then. He had dirty blond hair that fell in front of one of his brown eyes. "I'm Jacob, and I'm 17. We will all be going to the same high school together." The next one in line spoke after, his blue eye shining brightly, " Hi! I'm Christopher, but you can call me-" He got cut off as Jacob bumped him with his elbow and cleared his throat, "Er, um, I'm 15." he finished with a small smile. Finally the last one spoke, "I'm Mathew, 13." His arms crossed and his brown eyes looked at me in the form of a glare, he has black hair, very similar to mine, and freckles lightly dusting his face.
"uh, thanks. I'm Grace and I am 13." I smiled through this awkward interaction. Sweeping my hair behind one of my ears. I looked over at the man to my right.
"Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself, haha." He spoke, "I am Josh, but when your comfortable you can call me dad."
"Thanks, Josh. Can I see my room?" " Yes of course, boys can you show Grace to her room please."
Christopher said to follow them and walked up stairs, I followed close behind. As we reached the top they said, "This is your room on the left, Mathews on the right and Chris's and mine are up further, the bathroom is next to Mathews room. If you need anything ask Mathew." And Jacob walked away with Christopher. Leaving Mathew and I alone.
He turned to me, his gaze only made of hatred. "Look, just because your new here, we aren't going to treat you like your special. Got that through your thick skull?" He said the last part while bending to my level and pouting. The hight difference wasn't too drastic, maybe only 5 inches or so. He opened my door for me and griped my wrist tightly, surely enough to leave a bruise. He walked in pulling me with him.
"Stop it Mathew, your hurting me" I winced pulling my arm. Tears pooling in my eyes ready to fall, but I won't let them. I cant cry. I have to be strong.
"Aww that hurts? Let me show you real pain then, huh?" And he let go, giving me no time to react he slapped me. My head whipped to the side, my hand automatically reaching for my cheek.
He brought his knee up and kneed my stomach, making me fall to the ground in pain while I held my stomach with both hands, forgetting about my cheek for the moment. He turned and left, but not before sending me another glance.
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AN: Soooooo, Is this a good start? Feedback?? This is just a short quick chapter to start things off. I've been wanting to write this book for ages but I'm just not good at writing.
