Chapter 2

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{Olivia}

I wake to my alarm. My first day at my new school. Yay.  Worst part is that my school was advanced so I have to take junior courses. I pick out a white t-shirt, leather jacket, and black skinny jeans then I do my morning routine. I walk downstairs to be meet with my dad and the guy from the airport, great. "Hey, dad." "Oh hey this is Zane, Zane this is my daughter Olivia." "Yea we met" we muttered at the same time.

"So, how am I getting to school?" I asked hoping dad was taking me. " I'm driving you so let's go." Zane answer. Oh great. This is going to be fun. I walk towards his car, he stops me before I get in, saying "I'll drop you off a block away from the school, because you don't want to be seen with the worst bad boy of the state" "What's the worst you've done." I ask wondering if he had done anything like me. "I sell drugs, play over the top pranks, and etc." " That's nothing! I burnt down a school ,and rob stores. It's the reason my mother sent me here." I said disappointment laced in my voice."What made you join the dark side?" he ask with amusement clear in his voice.
Little did anyone know it was because my girlfriend of five years killed herself. I went over to her house for our date, I was running a hour behind because my mom was late coming home so I was stuck watching my two-year old sister. But when I go their she was on the floor dead I cried my eyes out, and called for help but it was too late. If only I was on time she would still be here. Two days later my parents got divorced, so they thought that was upsetting me. I cut myself,and cry myself to sleep, every night after her death. No one knows this and no one will.
"Are you going to answer me?" he asked worried breaking me out of my thoughts. "It is kinda personal." I say with no emotion in my voice.

"Well, here's my stop see you after school " I said as he stopped the car. " Yea, I guess so" he said distracted.  As I start to walk to school. 
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Sorry for the short chapter

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