The lost girl

"Disfuntional"

My name is KACEY. Kacey Robinson. I'm seventeen years old and some say I have a interesting story, some say it's to gory to share. Some say that it's stupid. But.. You can judge..
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~Chapter one~
It all started as a normal childhood dream, a trip to the park!! Me my dad, and my sister Abby. Abby is two years older then me she is "disabled" and teased often. She doesn't like when I try to stand up for her, I mean honestly though.. If I was the older sibling I wouldn't want my younger sister to help me either. Sometimes, she'll cry for no reason, or her arms will just start to flail every where. She can't control it though.. It isn't her fault. I hear kids call her disable, loser, worthless... Mean names. One day in school I was push against a locker and an senior slapped me hard across my face. I think I had a hand mark. Across my fairly small face. I was a freshmen and freshmen never talk to seniors. This girl was very tall and honestly really ugly. Her breath smelt like sardines and I almost gagged. I could tell she was one of those girls who follow the other popular girls, so they had a click. I looked at the girl, as she did so to me then she finally spoke. "You're sisters with that wannabe Abby!" She teased me and laughed in my face. I pushed her off and said "yeah you got a problem?" She looked at me like I just ate a worm. I looked at her kinda confused, she must have saw the confusion in my eyes.. Because when my expression turned from confident to confused she pushed me again. This Time a little harder. I pushed her back and then stood up straight. She threw a punch but I ducked. I felt like I was in some action movie. I then pushed her down and saw the pain fill her face when her body hit the floor. I realized I had just hurt someone! Me! The shy loser just pushed a senior down. I felt bad and then proud. I felt proud because I was protecting my sister, and myself. I looked at her and sighed. Then I ran off down the hall leaving her there. When I was running I thought about the cameras in the halls and gulped. My face must have had a hand print on it because when I entered my class people started at me like I had just murdered a child. I kept my head low and walked to my seat like usual. Then the loud speaker came on, "please send kace-down to the office." And I gulped. I knew they always pronounced my name wrong and stuff, but I put that behind me, I'll i could think about was. In how much trouble I was in...