~Emily's POV~
I was awakened by the screeching of the fire alarm and the smell of burnt toast.
Just a normal morning in the house of living hell, the only difference is that it's my 16th birthday but the doesn't make it any different.
I quickly got changed into a striped dress and tied my hair into a plait running downstairs to the sound of crashing pots and pans.
"Morning sweetheart" my dad yelled as I ran past the kitchen, I glanced back and waved without a word.
"Cat got your tongue? Or are ignoring me?"
I was ignoring him, he didn't remember that it's my birthday he ever does, you get used to it after living with him for 16 years.
I just grabbed my bag and walked out the door.
I hated this place, I really did.
It was just me and my dad, my mum died at birth, he used to tell me story's about mum saying how much she loved me and that she will always look after me.
He never told me anything about her, not even her name, when I asked he always yelled and said that it's none of my business but it really was.
We lived on the same street as my school in Sydney, I love it in aus but I hated the area, it was full of people that made fun of you from what you wore to how you talked.
I was surrounded by bullies.
