Picture This (An R5/Riker Lynch fanfic)

Chapter 1

Hi, name's Clarissa Maggie Chester. I'm 16 this year. I have 4 younger siblings that drive me insane

I have strict parents. One that's super happy go lucky but yet still strict, that's my mom. And my dad who's absolutely strict and would never be able to accept anything I dream of doing. Who am I kidding? They absolutely hate me!

I live in Asia, but I was born in Clovis California. Stupid migration...

I don't look anything like my family. They look TOTALLY Asian, I on the other hand, look like a mixture of Asian and well, American

My grades in school isn't satisfactory at all considering I hate school and I prefer the entertainment side

Enough of my introduction, let's get on to the roller coaster I call my life...

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"YOU UNGRATEFUL GIRL! THIS IS WHAT I GET AFTER GIVING YOU EVERYTHING?!" the hurtful words of my dad came out of his mouth as soon as we got home after the parents and teachers meeting in school

As you can most likely predict, I don't do well in school at all...

"B-but, I tried my best..." I stuttered. It was the truth. I always blank out in tests. Trust me, anything that involves formulas or memorizing of lots of facts will get me blanked out

"WELL YOUR BEST OBVIOUSLY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH! WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GET INTO THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS? ARE YOU STUPID?!" my dad screamed, slapping me across the face hard

Trust me, I'm used to this. He has used the cane and stuff, even the insults and disowning, not so new

I mean the disowning, was kinda new. I've heard it twice. The first one was when I got head lice. Not like that was my fault...

I just stood there staring at the group with a streaks of tears rolling down my cheeks while he threw insults at me

I felt like dying there and then. He can't even accept the fact that I want to be something he finds useless

Being an actress is not useless. His words don't mean a thing, no they do. I always had thoughts of self harm but I'm strong and I really can't bear physical pain. I mean, my parents already do that job. They cane me nearly everyday. Sometimes even with a belt

Soon after the scolding session, I went to bed after washing my face and all

I laid in bed rethinking everything. My life was an absolute mess. My own best friend totally just used me as a stepping stone to popularity, I can't go anywhere in life living in Asia and with grades like these, it's like I'm trapped with negative things. I'm hopping that one day, that will change...

I woke up the next morning... School... UGH!!

The usual routine... Dad sends my sister to her primary school while I wait under the block for him, I get stared down at my ex yet not so ex crush, teachers collect report books, it's the last day of school yet I'm not elated at all knowing that my dad has the entire holiday planned out for me to study non stop cuz of my bloody brilliantly horrible grades

Oh SIGH

Until during Ms Michelle's boring Biology lesson(apparently she thinks we need the "extra credit" which of course, we never get), some of us started to smell smoke, I shrugged it off. Probably the kitchens down in the canteen

Next thing, the haze seemed to have come back. Ugh hashtag on twitter "Didn't do well for exams #MustBeTheHaze"

I mean, if there was a fire, the bell would've gone off long ago

Just then, the PA system started that short little ringtone thing and Mr John's voice echoed throughout the entire classroom "THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Fire on the 4th floor near Lemony Leopard's class room. THE BELL IS NOT WORKING! Please evacuate immediately and go to the field"

OH CRAP! That's our class!

Ms Michelle started having us all line up with me at the very back, ALONE. Being tall has it flaws, really bad flaws

Next thing I knew it, there was a stampede of students and loads of screaming as smoke engulfed me and I tripped and everything went black

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I woke up to loads of smoke and PHEWEE WAS IT HOT!

I was completely alone, surrounded by fire, with nowhere but the balcony to escape

Come on, you can do this...

Before jumping off, I grabbed this opportunity to fake my death knowing roughly where it might go to after this

I whipped out my trusty pocket knife and cut my long silky brown hair until it was shoulder length and threw it into the fire and also quickly took of my school uniform (I was wearing my PE attire on the inside) and lost all my footwear. WHAT? Don't judge me. I want to fake it good

I jumped off from the 4th floor balcony and caught some railings here and there and landed nicely on the first floor totally okay. Learning hardcore dance, gymnastics and working out, all behind my parents backs of course, totally paid off

I ran to my own house through the trees and stuff staying hidden. Thank god my entire family wasn't home at that time for god knows why!

Upon reaching my doorstep, I saw my close neighbor, Roshon

Roshon was from LA. No not Fegan, Roshon Adams. He's been staying here for 2 years as my next door neighbor because his dad got posted, and now they're being posted back. Don't worry, Ro and I totally agreed we'd never date. I mean, we were practically bro and sis

To be honest, I was DEFINITELY closer to the Adams family than my own. They were like my own family

They were moving out today. Seeing that I was supposedly dead, I took this opportunity

I explained to him and his parents my plan

My plan was to fake my death in the school fire which was totally uncalled for. Check one. And now, new identity and move in with Ro and his family to LA and start a new life

"Are you sure you want to do this Claire?" asked Mrs Adams

"Yes I am. I don't want this painful life. Take me in as your own. Please. I'll do anything!" I dropped to my knees and sobbed, begging

"Okay alright. I don't see why not. I know how to sneak you in anyways. You're tall and thin enough to fit into my old guitar case anyway" said Mr Adams gruffly, pulling me into a hug

And with that, I was off to LA, as a guitar...