* Hey, all you people on wattpad. I started writing this story last month. I really like it, but I have so many stories going right now that I don't know if I'll get a lot of time to update it. I will try my best though. I hope you enjoy what I've written so far. Thanks for reading!
Chapter One- Charlotte
I was sitting on the cold, stone floor, scrubbing at the tile, trying to get the latest evidence of someone actually living here off the floor. Selena, my bitch sister, had tracked mud all through the house and then blamed it on me. And, of course, my bitch mother believed her and made me clean it up. Not like I wouldn't of had to clean it up anyway. I do everything in the house- I cook, clean, do the laundry, take care of the animals, run everyone's errands. And I go to school, which means I don't get very much sleep at night. But I took it all in silence and acceptance. I deserved to be ordered around. I deserved to have to clean the entire mansion-size house everyday. I deserved not to have any friends or family. I deserved to be hated. Because I killed my father.
My dad, Henry, died when I was only five years old. I could barely remember him, but my mother never let me forget that I was the reason he was gone. He had been driving me to school that day and I had left my lunch at home. I begged him to turn around and go back to get it, but he had insisted that I just buy a lunch at the school because he would be late if he had to go back home. But I was stubborn and threw such a fit that he finally just sighed angrily and pulled into a random driveway, backing out and turning around. He didn't even realize he was in the wrong lane and I was still wailing at the top of my lungs, so he turned around to look at me and his angry eyes were the last thing I saw before a car slammed right into us, killing my dad, but for some reason not me. My mother and sister never tired of whispering that story in my ear every chance they got.
But I knew they had a right. I had killed their dad and husband, all over a stupid lunch. I was to blame, and I would never forget that. So I did all my chores and put up with Selena and Doris, my mother, as best I could. Still, sometimes I slipped.
I was at lunch, alone as usual, reading a very good book, when suddenly my food goes flying. I drop my book and snap my head up to face whoever it was that had so politely informed me of their presence. Of course, it was Selena.
"What do you want?" I asked in a quiet, deadly voice. I was not in a very tolerant mood today.
"Move!" she yelled at me and slammed her tray down where I was sitting.
"Are you insane? I will not!" I screamed back, standing up to get in her face. Usually, I wouldn't dare think of saying something like that to her, but she had kept me up all night with her damn music blaring, so I got no homework done last night and I got absolutely no sleep. So sew me for being a bit crabby.
Selena glared at me, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Yes you will, you little bitch." She grabbed my dark red, curly hair and yanked me away from the table. I screamed in pain, but she only laughed and shoved me to the ground. I glared up at her, my eyes watering. She and her friends all took their seats at my table, laughing and smirking at me. I could feel everyone else staring at me and snickering, too.
I got up and brushed myself off, wheeling around and starting to walk away when suddenly, wham! I hit the floor, my head thudding against the hard linoleum floor. Selena's foot was sticking out, clearly making no attempt to hide the fact that she was the one who had tripped me. I pushed myself up off the floor, my head throbbing, and turned to face her.
"Screw you, bitch!" I yelled and grabbed my bag, running toward the wooden, double doors of the cafeteria. I happened to catch one last glance of her face before I raced out into the hall, and I know that this isn't over.
