Jet Black Hair/ Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

I didn't have the perfect life. Both my parents were hardly ever around because they had to work to afford our house, if you could even call it that. I had lost everything I ever remembered when I got in a car accident, since my parents couldn't afford the help I needed to get my memory back my friend Sophia who also lost her memory helps me. Everything was good until my mom got cancer, I had to get a job. Me and my dad were only home to sleep or eat any other time we were at work or I was a school or visiting my mom. It was my junior year of highschool when everything started to crash and burn.

It was a normal day of school. Me and Sophia stepped off the bus and headed to our lockers and then to our first class.

"Morgan please tell us the answer" I sat there silent. I hated attention on me and I didn't know the answer "well are you going to answer?" I shook me head I heard a group of boys trying to hold back their laughter.

After that horrible class I was on my way to my next one when that group of boys approached me "hey stupid" a boy with black hair said. I have seen him around school but never knew who he was. I looked down at my feet "your such an embarrassment you know that?" I didn't answer and he placed his hand under my chin forcing me to look at him "look at me when I'm talking to you" he barked "do you know your and embarrassment?" I nodded my head not knowing what else to do "use your words" he kicked my stomach "y-yes" I croaked out clutching my stomach he took this opportunity to grab my bag. He looked through and pulled out the only thing in there that wasn't a book, my water bottle. "I was thirsty" he said laughing he threw the bag at me and walked away.

One of the boys that he was friends with came back over to me once the boy with black hair left "I'm really sorry about Michael he just wants someone to bully but I don't know why he chose you your very pretty" he said I pushed past him and ran to the bathroom and cried I didn't care that I was missing my class. I knew who he was, he was Michael Clifford the schools bad boy, he's got the whole school wrapped around his finger, including me.