The Life of Justice

Chapter 1 Little Justice

I was born July 2nd of 2000, my eyes were once brown but soon changed into a bright blue. My blonde baby hair change to dirty blonde to brown, wavy hair. I was an accident, never meant to be born. My mother was planning on putting me up for adoption but was soon encouraged to keep me. I don't remember my real father, I only remembered my mother's boyfriend, Kevin. I was the only child at first and suffered a bit from my mother crying from the fights they had but soon she would make the same mistake and go back to him. I grew up in a apartment my room with pink walls and my princess covers on my bed. My toy room was my mother's closet, I'm surprised my toys could all fit in there. My mother had dropped out of college since I was in her stomach and started to work at a place where they sold movies and candy and all kinds of movie things you eat while watching. I was a girly girl back then and did gymnastics at the age three. I grew up having sleepovers at the place my mother worked and colored in hello kitty coloring books and also watched Bratz movies. Then the year of 2004, my baby sister was born. I was so happy it happened, her eyes were big, brown and little bits of brown hair on her soft baby head. That's when I went big sister mode and always tried to play. I then noticed this, little attention was going towards me then ever. Every time I would show what I did, my mother would smile looking at it and then push it to the side. She took lots of pictures with my sister and little bits of just me. I never spoke at all at the time and just pointed. My sister was also learning things very quickly like walking at 9 months and talking at 11 months I believe. I was about a year when I could finally walked and I was four still not talking. There would be some days where my cousins would watch us while mom worked. One of them just looked at the computer screen in my room all the time and the other watched movies and played with us. The years of gymnastics weren't so good. Mother would judge me and tell me to do better and how much I was sucking, every conversation just killed my happiness and made me hate gymnastics bit by bit. The years of preschools were not good at all for me. I somehow had crushes on a certain boy until kindergarten where I found out he liked my friend who was way taller then me and pretty. I tried to attract his attention but he always followed my friend during recesses. The time where he confessed to her slashed me apart. He was rejected and having a big fit with tear hiding. I tried to comfort him but he yelled at me saying mean things and pushed me away. I cried as he ran off and my friends tried to tell me it was alright but I wasn't. A year later I went to a new school for first grade and knew no one. Months passed and I finally found friends but then another feeling of a crush got to me again. I could tell he wasn't into me so I decided never to say until my "friend" told him which then I was rejected again. After a New Years came May and I was moving. My true best friend's mother hadn't s
died a month ago and I felt bad for leaving her. When I got to my new school I was already crushed on by someone and secretly liked them back. It was when he stayed back that tore that apart and the it was second grade which I made so many friends, plus the feeling came back once again. But also that year was the worst to come from the outside of school. Though I was able to speak then an innocent child. I can't remember what day it was exactly but it was a day of the worst. Sometimes when my mother worked I would go to my grandmother's apartment, I could only understand little of what she would say. My family was Hispanic, French and Italian, so she only spoke Spanish. My uncle had lived in the apartment as well. I still do t know why he had done it to me. I was only an child, I was just sitting in his room reading porn comics which I couldn't understand at all. Then came bath time where he would watch my sister and I bathe, but he mostly had his attention on me. He would touch me making me laugh since I was ticklish but did not know what he was doing exactly. After what would happen those days he finally had brought me to the bedroom where my sister and I would get dressed. Instead he told my sister to wait in his room and stayed in the room I was in with the door closed. I will not go to details but I was scarred for the rest of my life, he took away my innocence and first kisses. I would tear up bits by bit and slowly learned what was going on. It was then the day where I was with my cousin and her girlfriend. They were telling me a story how they were touched and that's when I finally had the courage to say to them. Right away the news went to my aunts and mother, I was now too scared to have learned what he had did to me and tried not to speak of it at all. My own grandmother tried to protect him saying that I was lying but that's how things went in my mother's side. The women would have to stick up for the men and not their own. Soon my aunts joined in with them and only my mother and cousin believed me. I soon was winning though and the case was put into court but sadly pushed aside until I was eleven. During that my mother finally had a true boyfriend which I thought was the one. When I was ten I moved in a different area of the town and soon I was having a baby brother, also I had started to play soccer and quit gymnastics at the age 8. My mother's boyfriend was the one you inspired me to start playing. Soon my last year of elementary school came and I had no more crushes, I had given up on love fully. But also I had to give up another thing, my sweet self. At a birthday party sleepover the second time in the row I had cried and started drama. My best friend had called me a 'cry baby' and some others had agreed. The morning after it had stopped my mother who had finally married the one were talking to me of what had happened. My mother was full on truth agreeing to what my friend had called me and started to cry. My new father was agreeing as well but I could tell he was feeling bad. The summer had came and I was going to a magnet school, I decided to step my game up and not show my tears anymore. Though I was able to go in court and say what had happened at eleven I was still scared at the time. The first day had came and I told my mother that I wanted to dye my hair light purple. She disagreed but I kept asking over and over, finally she had agreed and my hair was then dyed light purple. No longer wavy, brown hair and more of a straight, long, purple hair.
The first day I was excited but noticed how nice i was and started to be mean the next day but still a bit shy. Later on in the months I started to find a cute boy with platinum blonde hair and light blue eyes, except he soon had moved away and left making the school with only seven boys in the whole 6th grade and some had hung out with me but I hated them for the rudeness. I also had soon found interest in anime and became an otaku. The year of that I had became top dog of the middle school soccer team and was favorited, though not everyone liked me they were happy that I would help out by scoring and telling them what to do. My mother had still gave me less attention but also revoked my freedom, for example: "talking back", when really I was stating facts. She also started to yell and judge me on how I played soccer and how my grades are. When really I didn't care but she kept repeating it annoyed the hell out of me!
Then the last day of 6th grade came but my school was then moving farther away, which means waking up earlier and long bus ride.
But then I started to be a bit more open to my friends, and then the feeling had came back. It was after Thanksgiving and school days were going slow and fast, but I started to hate myself. I never wanted to feel the feeling again ! I had written many stories and watch romance anime, secretly fangirling but this was the worst! I knew that feeling would be a good mix with me but then I found out I was tsundere, from a test I took. Apparently, tsuntsun meant cold and rude on the outside but then I found out, deredere had meant sweet and loving once the open up to the one. I had been blushing all night on how I was tsundere and couldn't handle it at all. That's when I started to say I wasn't but soon I was called it by others and have given up saying I was not. My life of 7th grade was just starting... Ugh.