The Rise Of Clarke

Chapter 1

Flash Back~~

"YOUR WORTHLESS!"My father yelled at my mother."Please stop yelling,Richard."My mother whispered with her head down."SHUT THE FUCK UP!"He slapped my mother."Mommy!"I yelled running over to my mother."He grabbed my Pjs and through me across the room.

I was only 7 years old at the time.I cried as my father hit my mother multiple times.He took something out of his back pocket.It was his gun we used for protection.I stumbled into the kitchen to find anything that would help my mother.

I tried my best to reach into the knife drawer.The drawer flew out as the knifes fell.I jumped out the way and grabbed one of the knifes that was stuck in the floor.

I balanced myself to stand with the heavy knife.I looked up to see my father putting the gun up to her head."There is no reason for you to be on this earth any longer."He said with disgust.

I ran up to my father with the knife dragging behind me.I lifted my arms and stabbed him in the back multiple times.He fell to the ground.My mother took the knife from my hands and slit his throat.

The blood gushed out of his back and neck."We have to go."She said while grabbing my hand."Why?"I asked."Do you want the bad men to take me away?"She said."No."I said holding her hands tight."Lets go,Clarke."We ran out the backdoor with the knife in my hand.

End Of FlashBack~~

I looked around the classes room to see everyone looking at me.I heard a few snickers around the class."Shit."I whispered face palming.

"Do you have something to share with us,Clarke?"Ms.Cole asked.I signed and put my head down.She turned around and continued.

Time skips~

It's been 10 years since my father died.I will never forget that night.I walked out of the class room and walked up to my locker."Hey Weirdo."Someone said from behind me.I turned around to see Jordan and her "Crew"."What is it,Jordan?"I asked annoyed.She just laughed.

"That little break down in class was pathetic."She said crossing her arms.I glared at her."Fuck off."I bumped her with my shoulder."Was it about daddy again!"She yelled after me.I stopped.I hate when people mentioned my father.He was a horrible man and he deserved to die.

One of Jordan's girls grabbed my hair.I pushed her off.She ran up to me and punched me.I pulled out the same knife I stabbed my father with.I always kept it with me.A crowd formed around us."SHE HAS A KNIFE!"Someone yelled from the crowd.

I ran through the crowd with the teachers following me. I opened the school doors to see police officers with their guns pointing at me.