The Broken Little Damsel

Prologue

I was woken up by my alarm clock at 7 am. It was Monday and the continuity of high school life. I'm  in grade 11. First day of school and I  don't  even  care.  Made my bed quickly and went to take a shower.  The outfit of the day was decided to be black bootleg jean, black tee, black boots and a black hoodie. Call me gothic i don't care. I took an apple and a fruit juice and placed it in my school bag. A good appetite hasn't been with me for the past two years,and the results are clearly seen as I'm petite.I  threw my bag over my shoulder and headed for the garage and took my Audi A3 car keys. I drove to my old ,boring school. Stafford  High. I parked my car and went inside the building. My locker was on my way to the first two periods of the day:Chemistry and Maths. I once wanted to be a doctor, but I just lost motive, don't feel like talking about it.  The bell rang and I walked absent mindedly to the chemistry class. Miss Hudson, our teacher, entered a few minutes later. Sitting at the back has been a custom for the past two years,this being the third. I looked at our teacher blankly as she greeted us. I didn't hear anything she was saying. I found my self looking out the window and my mind started to take a trip to my past. I remembered those days when I would sit in front of the class and participate excellently but now i wasn't  that Kristen any more . She died two years ago when...
"Kristen would you like to explain to us your understanding of heterogeneous mixtures?" Miss Hudson  intereptered my thoughts.
Great! Now ,what are heterogeneous mixtures?  I remember last year i was the only one who knew what mixtures were ,but now...
"Do you even care to try "
Moron. Why won't she live me alone?
"No miss I'm fine I'm sure someone is interested in answering your question but I'm not."
The class looked incredulously at me. I gave them the finger  and they turned their heads and listened to Miss Hudson.
Owk. Where was i before that low life moron disturbed me? 
The bell rang before i could recall what i was thinking about.  At least it would be maths. I still enjoy maths. One thing that hasn't changed about me. Maths was great as always.  Taught by Mr Gray. We did a little recap of what we studied last year.  Time went by and it was after school. Couldn't believe that i made it alive. I really hate school. But i hate home more than anything else. I don't understand why i still call that house a home. Its not like i have a lot to do there. So i decided to go to my escape place. I had discovered the place when i was 10 years old. It is one  of those places where you will feel carefree and for that time you feel like there is nobody else in the world except you. It is deep in the woods. It is surrounded by lavender and it is alooking the nice blue lake. I sat at the lavender and faced the lake. This place has that vibrant feel in it. I took out my iPhone 7 and looked at my gallery.  I thought today i wouldn't cry but as soon as i saw their faces reality kicked in , that i will never see them again. I cried my heart out. Then it was time to go back to the four walls i had once called home and felt like it. But now, well it was a different situation.

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A/N
So ,what do you think.
Why is Kristen like this?
She doesn't care about what she does and how she talks to her adults, but why do you think it is this way?
Whose pics are those?
Why doesnt she feel like going home?
She has a car and an iPhone 7 but she is in grade 11???

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Love
Sthabile