Chapter one

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I disliked everything in the situation at hand. I stood with my arms crossed watching as my Mum put my bags in the back of the car.
   "Come on sweetie, we need to get going." She was trying to be nice, I could tell, but that wasn't going to help. I glared, picked up my last bag and stalked to the car.
   I slammed the door as hard as I could to tell my mum I was mad, no furious. I couldn't believe that my dad had somehow won custody over me. I hadn't even known about the custody battle until my mother told me that she had lost.
   "I know you're mad, but you have to stay on the positive side of thinking." My mum was trying to comfort me. I turned my head and looked out my window. Everything had gone down hill after my sister disappeared. None of none of us knew where she went.
     I was still mad at the fact that she had left me. Left me with mum all alone with the whole world hating me. People only liked me because of my sister. She was sweet, kind and was an excellent fighter.
    "Loral were here." My mum whispered like she was about to wake me up. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut as my dad walked over to our car and gave me a hug.
     My father probably wasn't a bad person, he just never was around when I needed him or he was drunk so I couldn't talk to him.
    "Hey dad." I said timidly as my mum opened the trunk. My mum was close to tears as my father put everything in his car.
    I gave her a huge hug. "I'll call two times a week mum. I love you." I felt my eyes water.
     "I love you too." She whispered. I smiled at my dad and sat in the passenger seat of his car. My father nodded at my mum, the he got in the car.
     "So I'm sue that you will love it at the house." My dad slowly pulled out of the gas station as I waved bye to my mum.
     "Cool." I let my sadness show. I mean he forced me to live with him so I wasn't going to let him get off that easy.
     "Mary is very excited to see you again." I grumbled and glared at my dad.
      Mary was my dads new wife. She was pretty, had light brown hair, sparkling hazel eyes and a perfectly shaped body. Mary was nice to me, hung out with me. It all stopped when I had hit Jasmine with a pan on accident.
     Now it really was on accident. I had been looking for a frying pan, stood up and turned around right as jazz ran by resulting in her running into the pan. Jazz knew it was partly her fault so she was ok, but Mary was pissed. She never looked at me the same way again.
      "I know, I know but just smile when you see them." He glanced at me and then back at the road. I stared out the window.
     When we finally reached the house it was almost 5. Jazz came running out of the house and hugged me the second I set foot out of the car. Mary slowly walked down the porch steps. She gave me a hug, but when dad turned to get my stuff she glared at me.
     "Hey Loral." Jazz had noticed that her mom was glaring.
     "Hey jazz." I smiled as we both looked at each other.
     "Girls were going out for dinner. So hurry up and get in the car." I heard Mary say.
     "Yes Mary I would love to go out to dinner I haven't eaten yet myself." I patted my stomach and smiled, Mary blinked twice.
      The drive was quiet, none of us felt like talking. I stared out the window, Jazz was playing on her phone, dad was driving and Mary was probably trying to plot my death.
      Dinner wasn't much better. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich and finished it quickly. We didn't talk at all, I tried to start conversation with Jazz but she just shook her head.
     My dad pulled out of the diner parking lot. I patted my stomach and smiled.
    "Dinner was great, thanks for taking us out dad." I gave Jazz my Cheshire grin I was known for well she made a face that make her look like she as groaning.
    "Yea mom thanks for dinner." Mary kept her planted on the road ahead of her even though she wasn't driving.
     "Hey Jazz?" I asked using the nick name that Mary hated. "Wanna play a game?" I giggled as I asked.
     "Course I would love to Miss. Loral." She looked at me confused but played the part. "I believe that however we must talk politics." I smiled.
     "Girls." Mary turned around in her seat to look at us. "Hush now, if your quiet I'll get you two something from Walmart." Her voice seemed happy but I could see the annoyance glowing in her eyes.
     "We're going to Walmart." Me and Jazz asked at the same time.
   All we got was a nod from Mary.
  We reached Walmart in silence. I instantly missed my mom when I saw the huge teddy bears on display since Valentine's Day was coming up soon.
    My mom had gotten Carla and I a huge teddy bear for Valentine's Day 2 years ago and we would fight over it all the time. It ended up sitting in the base meant, we would lay on it to watch movies, we would cuddle on it (I swear don't even think about it) and we would cry on it. That teddy bear was like our diary, it knew everything.
     I cried on it after Carla disappeared, but I couldn't bring it to my dads. I wanted to but figured that mum would need something to remind her of me. I mean what's better then a huge teddy bear as a parting gift.
    "Hey." Jazz snapped me back to reality as she pulled me toward the candy section. She picked up the peeps and smiled that bright smile that knew you really didn't want to know what was about to happen next.
    "Can we get these." She cocked her head like a dog.
     "Of course I flippin love peeps." We both laughed as we walked over to Mary. Who was currently picking up a package of peas.
    "Can we get peeps?" Jazz bursted out knowing that d I asked it would likely conclude to answer that consisted of no.
    "Yes." I plopped the peeps in the cart and continued looking at the frozen veggies.
    "Hey mom can me and Loral go look at shoes?" I heard Jazz ask. I assume that Mary said yes because the next thing I knew I was being dragged toward the shoe section.
     "Oh no not the shoe section." I groaned as Jazz dragged me behind her.
     "Oh don't be a baby, unless you want to go back to spend time with Mary." I looked at Jazz confused. I had never heard we call Mary anything other then mom.
    "Umm what do you mean Mary?" I asked puzzled.
     "Mom is just mean. It's like she doesn't love me anymore." I sighed as Jazz talked. I pulled a pair of heel boots off of the rack and handed them to her.
     "Oh gosh no." I looked at her and took the boots back. Well she looked at her phone.
     "What?"
     "Mary wants us to meet them at the door. We have to go home." She grumbled and put her phone in her back pocket.
     "Oh but we just started shoe shopping." I giggled well she tried not to laugh.
     "Holy crap look at that hot boy." I pointed to a boy around our age as we walked to the front of the store.
     "Loral stop pointing it's rude." I turned my head to see a vey mad Mary walking towards us.
     I put my head down in submission and sighed. We all walked out to the car to meet dad who had been waiting for us to come out of the store.
     "Why the hell did it take you 10min to come from the shoe section to the front of the store. For gosh darn it, it's Walmart. It's not that interesting." Mary was facing us as my dad stayed silent and pulled onto the highway.
     "I'm sorry." I put my head down again. Jazz muttered an apology.
    "I'm sorry isn't going to cut it-" I don't know what Mary was going to say after that. Maybe she was going to swear maybe she wasn't. The one thing I do know is that I slammed my head on something hard, glass was smashed and that my eyes were being washed with blackness.

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      Ok I know that I have Mary and Loral in my other story as charactersz THEY ARE NOT THE SAME I REPEAT THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. I made that all caps so if you read this you would see it. Plus Mary isn't a main character.
            - Charliedog915
P.S. thedogtames helped me with this book even though she doesn't know it.

P.S.S. I am doing two story's at once cause it keeps me occupied and if one idea I have can't go with the other one I can put it in this one and vice versa

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