The Last Beginning

Once apon a time... Everything was picture perfect. The sun was shinning, and everyone liked me! Hah no. That's a fairy tale, not my life. Hi. My name is Abigail Jennings, and I'm 16 years old. I'm not a normal teenager, I've been through a lot more than the average person.

It all started when I was 2. My sister was very harsh. She was 15 at the time. My mother had her at 15 years old. Basically, my sister was raised by my mothers best friend, Katherine. Katherine took care of her, everyday. My mother was an alcoholic. She is also extremely depressed, because my father left her. She went out every single night to party. Katherine of course had a life too! So my sister, Julie, was home alone a lot.

My sister was 13 years old when I was born. Since the first day I was set on this earth, I've been on my own. Used, and alone. Not the best mix if you ask me. I dread the days when I am home alone with her. She is very mean to me.

I started school like a normal kid; in kindergarten. But from the beginning, everyone knew that I was not normal at all. My teacher, Mrs. Scott, saw more in me. By the first week of kindergarten, I was at a 2nd grade level. At this age, most kids didn't realize that I was odd, or different. But the teachers sure did. They wanted to immediately meet with my parents to discus "gifted programs" and stuff like that. I never knew what to say.

Skip forward to 3rd grade. The kids started to realize, that I wasn't the same as them. Always done with my work first, and sitting there reading my books. It was my escape to be honest. It helped me get away from my home life. My sister was still being mean me. She would call me names that I would never utter to anyone. My mom would come home maybe once a week. She was always in court, or out in clubs.

During this year, we started having law officials coming to our front door. There was one lady in particular, who always came. I learn't later, that her name was Sydney Rodriguez. At first, she was very rude, just like all of them. But now, I have realized that she isn't like them. She is different.

The 4th grade was okay, whatever. The bullying started, because I didn't look like any of the other kids. I didn't have designer clothing, or my hair done perfectly. I was very sporty. I had my first best friend during this grade. Her name was, Georgia Monroe. I met her on the first day of school. We clicked instantly. She was very sporty, and funny. We had sleepovers every weekend. It was the best!

Her parents were so nice. They understood what I was going through. Georgia lived very close to me, so it was easy for me to see her. She was a very "good girl." She was never bad. Never got in trouble, until the summer of going into 5th grade.

We were both at the local grocery store, getting candy. We picked out a bunch of chocolate, and other sweets. I had about $5, and she had $3. The candy that she wanted, was $4. She wanted that candy so badly. Badly enough, that she attempted to take it. Slipped it right into her pocket!

I was of course not expecting this, seeing that she was a good-too-shoes. The cashier walked over to us, and asked us to go into a room. I remember sweating, and freaking out. Georgia, on the other hand, was screaming and crying. Her father was a minister. He would kill her!

The manager walked in. She told us the dangers of stealing.. Blah blah blah. Then they asked me to leave the room. I waited outside, looking around, also eavesdropping a little. I heard her crying, and a phone being dialed. Oh no, I hope that they don't call her parents!

The next thing I know, her parents are walking into the store. They look very frazzled. They sat next to me. Georgia's mom asked me who stole. I had to tell the truth. If I didn't, it would catch up with me.

I told her that it was her daughter. I told the truth, and in the long run, it was the correct decision. Mr.Monroe offered to drive me home, but I denied. I needed to be there for my best friend.

The manager then called in Mr and Mrs. Monroe. So I was out in the store, all alone. Until, someone walked in. It was a tall women. I didn't recognize her at first, but then, it clicked. It was Sydney Rodriguez, the lady who comes my house. Immediately, I was nervous all over again. She's from court! What if they bring Georgia to jail? What if they take her away? All of these questions were flying through my head, like a tornado.

Mrs. Rodriguez sat next to me, and started talking to me. She was normal. She asked me how I was, and how school was! I was very surprised, because I was expecting a mean lady. She told me that she was Georgia's lawyer, and that Georgia was going to be okay. I finally felt like, someone, was on my side. She was there to help us, not hurt us.