What am I getting myself into?

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that was what I awoke to on Monday morning.

You must be wondering who I am exactly.  Well my name is Lila black.  I live in down town Binghamton New York.  Let's just say it isn't the most safest place.

I go to Binghamton High School and people know not to mess with me.  That's saying something considering the kind of people that go there.

"LILA get up!" was my mother's greeting this morning.

I finally get my lazy butt up and crawl to the shower.  When I got out I chose to wear black skinny jeans, a blue tank top, my black leather jacket,and to top it off I put on my combat boots.

I put on a thin layer of eyeliner and mascara then I put on clear lip gloss.

I left my brown mid back length hair down.  It has small waves to it.  When I'm done with my appearance I look in the mirror.

I saw a plain 17 year old, broken girl whose dad died when she was thirteen and has a mom who drinks and blames her for her dad's death.  I shook my head and hid the truth with a bright smile that anyone would believe.

I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs.  There was my mom with a bud light in her hand, staring at me with disgust and hatred.  Even though she's looked at me since I was thirteen that way it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less.  I mask my hurt with a blank expression.

I try to pass her but she grabs my arm and starts screaming at me.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD, YOU DO NOT IGNORE ME!  I AM YOUR MOTHER" she screams/slurs.

i still have a blank expression on as I say" I'm sorry mom"  but she doesn't think it's good enough so she slapped me hard. I didn't let the blank expression fall though.  "I'm going to school now mom" I say but as I walk away.  Just as I was about to walk out the door she says" good I never wanted you anyway, it was your dad that wanted a child, then he left me with you, I never loved you in anyway."  with that I closed the door.  One single tear betrayed me and fell down my now red cheek from when she slapped me. 

My mother had said many hurtful things the past few years but she never mentioned that. 

I was never loved.  Why did you have to leave me dad?

I wiped the  tear away and shook my head. I then started on the way to school.

----------------later that day at school

I stood there pinned up against the lockers with a knife to my neck while smirking.

Your probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.  Well let's put it this way, anew guy came to school acting like he owned the place, the he goes up to a freshman and demands his money. I go up to him and shove him to the ground then I tell the freshman to get to class.  Then New guy looks up at me in rage.  He stands up and towers over me.

I am 5'6 and this guy is like a foot taller than me.  Now when most girls would be scared I only smirked up at him.

In a low voice he says"what the hell little girl"

I shove him again and say" pick on people who can actually handle you"

He starts laughing but I stay smirking he looks at me with a smirk of his own." You can't take me little girl" I was then pinned up against the lockers with a knife to my neck.

The crowed that formed around us is smirking as well but not because they think he won but because they know that he shouldn't mess with me. 

The guy stares into my eyes and I can see he looks confused as to why I'm not scared.  I take that as my chance to knee him in the balls which leads to his grip loosening on me as he grunts in pain.I knock the knife out of his hand, then I punch him in the face and hear the satisfying crack of his nose breaking.

He is now on the ground in pain.  I crouch down next to him and whisper in his ear" I hope you learned your lesson" then I got up and walked out of the school.

I go home and walk through the door.  The familiar smell of alcohol hits me like always.

I call out to see if mom's home. No one answers.  I walk around the house and I dont see her.  I stop in front  of her bed room door and push it open.

I couldn't believe what I saw.  It was my mother with her hand on a knife through her bleeding chest.

I fumble for my cheap phone with shaking hands and call the police, I told them the situation and they said they are coming.

I curl up into a ball on the floor.  I felt tears running down my face  I was in a state of shock, I felt numb. 

Sure, even if my mother never loved me and always slapped me and said horrible things, I still did love her I mean she was my mother after all.

the police showed up and did all the necessary things.  They took me away to figure out where I was going to live.

After hours of waiting, an old friend of my dad said they would take me in.  The problem is, is that they live in florida, are rich, and have 5 SONS!

Boy oh boy what am I getting into?

------------a/n

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