Stop Thinking About What They Want (PTV Jaime Preciado fanfic) *ON HOLD*

*Prologue*

Pushing my skateboard faster, my thoughts easily get tangled in nothing but repeated lies.

You're not worth anything, Heaven!

You're a terrible sister!

No wonder your family, hell, even your brother threw you into the system!

I'm calling the cops! You're ruining Cali's life!

I'm sending you to the Ramey Home!

Just wait until I get a hold of your fifth social worker!

Why's that your fifth! Cause nobody wants to help your poor family!

You're a terrible human being!

That, stabbing me in my heart, tears streaming down my face, I'm soon to meet the pavement, falling off my skateboard.

"Why the fuck do you do this to me?! You fucking sick bastard!" I screeching up at the sky, not sure if I'm talking to a god, or just the universe, but I'm sure who it is looking down, is laughing at my pathetic life, heard.

I heard footsteps just as I lay down on the sidewalk. Fuck people, I don't wanna get up. They can fuck themselves, and their hair too.

"Ayye miss, you okay??" I heard an urgent, worried voice ask.

I squint up at the stranger, "Indeed I am. I'm just tanning. Don't worry about it." Sarcasm lacing my words as I shut my icy blue eyes.

"Come on. Get up. I saw that epic fail of a faceplant. You looked distracted so I'll forget about the fail just this once!" The stranger says, I open my eyes to see a hand. I take it reluctantly and he pulls me to a stand.

"So. I'm Jaime." He smiles, dimples showing, shaking my hand like a gentlemen.

"Storm." I reply bowing, almost like a curtsy to see his reaction, which was a light, charming laugh.

Is it ever too much to just want to go home...

Home-home...

~~~~~Just a prologue and nothing more! Just wrote this idea down and thought maybe it had potential!? That's for you peeps to decide! Tell me what you think? Also check out Radke's My Therapy -FIR- I thought that maybe if I stretched and experimented a bit, it'd give me new ideas for both stories! Anywaaayyyysss! Cyaz!~~~~~