My Second Life (O2L fan-fiction)

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Jordyn, I'm 13 and live in California and this is the story of me...

So, I might as well just start from the beginning and work myself up to where I am now. Where is that you ask? Oh, only a hell hole A.K.A an orphanage.

I have 4 siblings. My oldest sister, Mckayla Kate, and my twin brothers Chris John and Crawford Michael and my youngest sister who is still older than me Lindsay.

Sadly 3 months before I was born my father died in a fatal car accident with a drunk driver. No my dad wasn't drunk. It was the person in the other car, who walked away unharmed. I hate him for killing my dad.

But anyways, my mom met my step-dad when I was 1 and he was honestly my dad. I never called him my step-dad or by his first name because he was the one who raised me.

Sadly my parents never had any other kids because my mom died from cancer when I was 3. Let's just say my bad luck came to me at a young age.

You're probably wondering how old my siblings where during it. When I was born Mckayla was 18 and moved out and I never really saw a whole lot of her. Chris and Crawford where 14. Linds was 12

Lindsay especially was my mother figure my whole life, even though my dad (step-dad) got remarried when I was 5.

I never liked my stepmom, Sheila. She was really mean to me and always made me do everything for her.

When I was 6, Lindsay was 18 and the twins were 20. I don't remember much except for the fact they left to join the army and I haven't seen them since. All contact was cut off three years later.

Well, here comes my infamous bad luck ... My dad died when I was 7. He got shot in the driveway. I was the one who found him.

When I was in fourth grade, the school I went to became a boarding school. At the beginning of sixth grade me and my best friend, Natalie, were kidnapped and raped. I had my phone and don't ask me why they didn't find it because I don't know.

Sheila didn't let me stay in the dorms after that even though I still attended St.B's. None of my other family would take me after my dad died, so I was left with that witch, A.K.A my step monster or step mom you might call her.

Life was normal until I was 10, and Sheila decided she was going to marry a drunk. Those years of my life were terrible. I was constantly tied up in a closet, or raped, or being beat. Let's just say it was pure hell.

All these years I went to St. Bartholomew, which is the boarding school. I was constantly bullied by boys and girls in my grade, but I got through that with the help of my friends Natalie, Caitlin, Sophie, Bria and lily.

I only told one person my whole story and I'd like to keep it that way, since he broke my heart.

So where was I...hmm? Oh yeah the two years of torture. Here's where my non-existent good luck breaks in.

Sheila and the drunk left to go to a bar. They were gone for five hours when I got a call in the middle of the night.

~flashback~

"Hello?" I say in my phone trying to wake up.
"Hello, I regret I inform you that Sheila and Richard Keller have died in a car crash" the lady says. I must've been quiet for a long time, cause she asked, "you still there? How old are you?"