Gray Skies

Prologue

Have you ever been told that your worthless? That you were just a mistake left to be someone else's problem?

I have. So many times.

I was left on my Aunt Beth's doorstep when I was thought to be only a few months old.

She never told me much about where I came from, or who my parents were.

I was always told, "You should just thank your lucky stars that I felt generous enough to take you in".

I wasn't thanking any stars. I didn't believe in luck. I was living in an absolute nightmare.

I was never really given a name like normal kids did. They were named for a significant reason.

Named after a sports star, celebrity, memory and even a place...

But I had no such luck.

I didn't have a pretty name. I was named after what my Aunt hated. Gray-Storm. She didn't care that I was a girl. She just wanted me to always remember how much of a nuisance I was, and how easy it would have been for her had I been a boy.

She succeeded.

By the time I was 17 I was hitting my breaking point. Though sports gave me meaning to possibly achieving a brighter future. It wasn't easy. Though my Aunt had the means to support me, she never did. I had to pay my own way.

At my High School we had a "No pay. No Play" policy. Plain and simple.

But I always struggled to meet the fees.

I was done with feeling neglected by my Aunt.

I was done of not knowing who my real parents were.

I was done with being told I was the grey sky on a rainy day.

All it took me was one day. One day to decide that I was done.

And I was gone.

And it took one more day for someone to show me exactly what I needed.

A random small gesture of kindness, from the person least expected.

And his name was Rebel.

He was the chiseled, six pack guy every girl wanted. He had a slight bit of dark stubble on his face that sent most of the girls in school crazy. The fact that he had the bad boy persona made him a hot shot to most schools in the surrounding area.

The infamous bad boy. He adorned leather jackets and drank alcohol most days.

Ugh...

He wasn't the typical Petrol Head, that caused trouble...

He mastered the art of never being caught. Which made him a very dangerous guy to deal with. Since he has such a shadowed background no one really knows anything but his name and his sister, Heather. Who was just as equally mysterious...

Which is why it came at such a surprise when he showed such a kind gesture towards 'me', Someone he barely even recognises out on the street.

But I wasn't one of those girls, who had the luxury of swooning over Rebel Drake. I didn't have time to admire or daydream about being someones Girlfriend, I had real problems to face. I was a few weeks out of having to send out applications to University. The only issue, my Aunt Beth believes that I should focus more on being a Housewife and finding a rich billionaire husband.

I wasn't a Housewife kind of a girl. I was a person who wanted to independently go on with my life without judgement. I needed to become an athlete so I can provide for myself the rest of my life. So the only option I had was to be awarded a sporting scholarship that would help pay for my tuition. There was no way I could negotiate with my Aunt, to support me while I further my studies.

My Aunt is like a snake, she will slither her way around until you can't breath, before leaving you to be eaten by animals. So don't let her close!

Some people believe I'm over-dramatic. That my hot shot Aunt Beth could never be such a person... But she is vile, cruel and unforgiving. Everyone believes that because she took poor old Gray-Storm in, that she is an Angel sent from above. But deep down she is rotten to the core. If only people knew the things she has done...

But that was when 'it' happened. The turning point of my entire High School experience...