My Neighbor? (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

Meet Jennifer:

I have long brown boring straight hair. I hate it, I have boring eyes too. They are brown. I am 17 and have been through quite a lot. These past 17 years have been the worst and best years of my life. I went to a high school in Florida. And I had a great life there I had a nice family and everyone loved my family. We were the family everyone wished they were. We were always happy. There was me and my older brother Spencer, my younger sister Ava, then our loving parents. We had a great life. Until my dad got fired from his job. Then everything went down hill. He started drinking. And it was just a terrible time. One day my mom had to work second shift at her job of being a nurse so my dad was at home watching Ava. Ava was only 2 at the time. I was a sophomore and my brother was a senior. We both had practice after school. So Spencer was going to take us both home. Well his car wouldn't start after practice so we had to call our dad. He had to come pick us up. Whenever he got here he was so angry. Ava wasn't even in the car seat. She was jumping around the car. That's when I knew he had been drinking I told Spencer to try and convince him to drive but my dad wasn't having it. So we all got in the car. I put Ava in the seat and she started screaming so my dad pulls over and starts screaming at everyone. He starts driving again. And then after that everything went black. We were in a car accident he hadn't stopped at a red light. And we were hit by a huge truck. Ava and Spencer didn't make it out alive. So it was only me and my dad. He started becoming abusive and my mom became a druggie because my older brother was her pride an joy. They loved me I know they did...but they loved me the least out of them all and I knew it. I I was to die they wouldn't of changed the way they did. Once word got out that my family pretty much was falling apart everyone at school picked me as their target and I was bullied really bad. I would cut on my thighs so nobody could see. And I tried taking some of my moms drug to try and over dose and my mom didn't care. She only cared that I was taking the drugs away from her. So now we moved to Virginia where I knew nobody. And no one knew my story so they couldn't judge me. That's when my life started getting a little better. I made a few friends...Nash and Cameron.