So this is my first story up here..i hope you like it even a little....tell me if you do just try not to be too brutal please thanks
sarah
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Chapter One Issues
I'm with my best friend Beth. She's smoking. I hate when she smokes. I take the cigarette out of her hand and press it to my wrist. i stiffle a scream. "God damn it Luce! Cut that shit out!" Beth snaps at me, taking the cigarette out of my hand and tossing it on the ground
"The day you stop smoking is the day I won't burn myself Bethany." I laugh as i walk over to the cigarette and step on it with my foot
So I'm Lucinda Sykes. i'm sixteen. i have long, straight, jet black hair and my eyes are well...they're yellow...like a wolf's. They're pretty unique. Or strange. Either one. I perfer unique. But hey that's just me. I'm in foster care. Have been all my life. I live with my foster parents in Portland, Maine. It's really pretty here. Oh, there's also one other thing about me that's "unique".....i can read minds. It's weird I know. Believe me or not. Doesn't affect me in any way.
Well anyways it's November 5, 2010. Beth and I just got out of school. Beth's my best friend by the way. Well she's my only friend. We're in the same foster family. We go by sisters even though we look nothing alike. She's platnum blonde with blue eyes. She's pale and really tall. While I'm tan and five foot six. We couldn't be more different by the way we look, but we love eachother anyways.
We're really independent. We never liked to get too close to our foster parents so we raised ourselves. We never got too close because in the blink of an eye that family could vanish. And if we had gotten close? That would've broken our little, fragile hearts. So we don't get close. We don't tell them much. We just tell them enough. At the moment we live with Tiffany and Thomas Green. It's only us living with them. We've been with them since we were fourteen. It's okay here. I guess.
We walk into the small house to see Tiffany cleaning (we chose not to call her mom). "Hi girls, how was your day?" She asks us
Tiffany's 39 years old. She has short brown hair and brown eyes. She's just over five foot three. She's small and skinny. She's nice. I guess. "it was okay" I lie to her
"No fights today Bethany?" Tiffany asks Beth
"...no..." Beth says annoyed
We walk past her and go straight to our room. Our room isn't very big. It has two twin beds on each side with the walls painted purple and band posters like Escape The Fate, A Skylit Drive, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Get Scared, Bring Me The Horizon and so many more hanging on our walls. We have a desk with our laptop on it, tv, a window and that's basically it.
It's four now and we're getting ready to go see a movie. I change into a cute blue tank and black skinnys with black flats. I fix my makeup then wait for Beth. I grab my wallet and my phone. Beth comes out with her blonde hair teased, wearing a black tank and army skinny jeans. "Ready?" She asks me
"Duh." I tell her
We walk since it's not far from our house and we don't really feel like asking Thomas or Tiffany for a ride. We decide to get pizza first. When we cross the street some dumbass almost runs us over with his fucking motorcycle! What the Hell! "Watch where you're going asshole!" I snap at the dumbass
The guy flips around and stops next to us. He hops off his bike. He's in riped skinny jeans, a gray tank, and a leather jacket with spikes on it. He's wearing a helmet so i can't see his face. He's wearing combat boots and fingerless gloves. He walks over to Beth and I, who are safely across the street no thanks to him. 'Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?' He thinks furiously
