Untold.

Chapter 1

Hey guys! So here is my new original story and I hope you like it. If you don't, uhh, you look beautiful. Wat. Compliments help me gain your trust right before I break it and piss you off by doing something to my characters.
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"Margo, please just take your bath! I need to have you in bed by the time mom gets home" we didn't have a dad, as far as I knew, he left when he heard about the second baby. Pussy move if you ask me. "Margo! Stop running!"  I yelled to my sister as she ran around the leather couch in circles giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly, I was faced with a fork in my road. Her big, blue eyes that could melt the toughest man alive.

"Margo, not the puppy dog face. Please! You know I cannot stand it."  Which was entirely true. Anytime she used the puppy dog face, the battles were always won for her. She stomped her bare foot on the ground and gave me a look that said ''I will get what I want you peasant."

So I gave in. "Great, absolutely fantastic" I sarcastically mumbled under my breath as the small bundle of energy bounced around the room much to my disliking.

I plopped myself down on the couch and blew a strand of  firey red hair out of my face in frustration. Don't get me wrong, I do love my sister with all of my heart. It's just... She is a lot to handle at times. Okay. All of the time. But isn't every single child like that?

Oh god, I hope I wasn't like this. Mom, if I was anything like Margo, I applaud you at having a second one. Can we get a medal of courage to the fine women that raised us?

The squeals began to slow down until I suddenly found myself waking up with an asleep Margo in my lap. The door was being repeatedly being knocked on. 

"I swear to Jesus Christ himself, if you woke me up for no reason, I will find you, and I will write you a strongly worded letter. Or text. " I attempted to say in my most threatening tone as I made my way closer to the knocking sound.

I swiftly swung the door open to find three police men in uniform.

"Of course" I scoff.

"Look, I'm sure you guys are great strippers, but the whore you are looking for is two houses down." I swung the door shut and I began to walk away when it was pounded once again.

I knew I was hot. But can't these three pieces of thick sliced ham sandwiches  get a hint?

"Mam, what is your name?"

"Alice Sterling"

"How old are you?"

"I am 13 years old as of today."

That made the man in the middle shift his eyes to the ground as he bit his lip out of nervousness I'm guessing.

"Are you the daughter of Laci  Sterling?"

A million thoughts went through my head. "Is she okay?!" So many things could be wrong with her! What if she got too drunk and had a one night stand with a murderer who is holding her captive? What if she got lost and is now chained to a tree being fed to lions? I wanted to scream at the man "Tell me what the hell is wrong with her!" but instead I simply said...

"Yes."

"Look, I am sorry that this is happening, but your mother.." He pinched the bridge of his nose out of anxiousness. He tried to begin talking again but couldn't let words fall out of his mouth.

The second police officer to the right suddenly spoke up for the middle one, noticing how choked up he was getting.

" She was hit by a driver that was under the influence of alcohol. The drunk driver hit her head on.  The force of it caused her brain to jerk, suddenly tearing a vein. And when those veins tear, this can result in slow bleeding, and that can put pressure on the brain. It starts to squeeze the brain, and this  can be fatal. Which unfortunately, this time it was."

"She was pronounced dead at the scene. I know this is a lot to process but effective immediately, you will be living with your grandfather. He is moving into this house to make you feel more at home. I give you my deepest sympathy and condolences. I bet your mother was an amazing women. I am so sorry."

My entire world was shattered at that moment.  On my birthday.

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I woke up for the horrific nightmare sleeping in a pool of my own sweat. I had been having that nightmare ever since that night it all happened. The night my mother died.  When grandpa moved in with us, he became depressed. Always saying how we were just a reminder that his only child was dead.

One year ago, he shot himself. Two years ago, my mother was hit by that repulsive excuse for a human being. I despised him for taking my mother away from us.

The blaring sound of my alarm clock rang throughout my hollow room. Our mom did leave us enough money to live by ourselves, but I had to start selling my valuable items on the internet to pay for groceries and decent clothes. So in my room, I only have a mattress, a lamp, and a dresser.

I would give up everything I have ever owned just so my sister, who is now 7 years old, could live a happy life.

I was brought down from my cloud of thoughts when I heard the shower running in our bathroom. I guess Margo already woke up. Which isn't odd for us, considering we both are morning people. Trust me, I would love nothing more than to cuddle up to my pillows and sleep in. But, when you are raising a 7 year old, that isn't a luxury you have.

I slowly rolled out of my bed until I fell and hit the ground. You see, this is the tactic I call "The Lazy Bed Lover Exit."

This method helps you get out of bed, wake up very quickly, and even makes you curse the ground for hurting you. I got up from the ground and trudged down the hallway into our kitchen. Looking through the cupboards, it seemed like yesterday's grocery trip would last us a long time.

"Can you make me pancakes? I'm hungry." I heard a tiny voice say behind my back.

I turned around and put my hand on my hip. "I don't know Margo, I am tired... But you know who isn't? The tickle monster!" I chased her around the entire kitchen purposely going slower than normal to let her win... Almost.

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder while tickling her sides. Her blonde curls bounced with every step I took. Margo reminds me so much of our mother. She had blonde curly hair, blue eyes, and always seemed to brighten up your mood if you were in the same room as her. Margo always brightens up my day. Even if she is mad at me for not letting her get her ears pierced.

Okay, I know I am being a hypocrite seeing as I have a septum piercing and eyebrow piercing, but I have told her countless times, not until she is 10.

I set Margo down on the ground and told her to get ready for school. She gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "I love you."

After watching her prance away, I sat on the kitchen floor and let a steady stream of tears fall from my eyes.