The Bad Girl Needs Saving Too

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

"Beep Beep Bee-"

I slam down the snooze button on my alarm, getting irritated by the second hearing the annoying sound that reminds me every morning of the reason I have to get up.

School.

I open my eyes, and as I do so, light floods into my vision, blinding me and making me regret pulling my head out of my cover.

I sigh, not wanting to get up to get ready for school. I found it pointless to go to a place, 5 days of a week, and study things I'd never need for the life I planned on living. I didn't want to go to college, I didn't want a degree, and I didn't want to go to a place where I have to see stupid, idiotic, and loud homosapiens for 8 hours of a day I could spend at the gym. The only thing keeping me from going Jason on everyone and made my day a little better were my two bestfriends, Asher and Quinn.

I met Ahser first, at a day care I went to when I was about 5. A little boy named Wilson Daniels walked up to me pulling one of my pigtails. You would expect me to start crying and you'd think Asher was the "knight in shining armor", coming to save the day.

But no. It was the opposite.

As Asher came over trying to save the day, the big bad wolf pushed him on the ground, spit on him, and made Asher cry.

Me, being the considerate person I am, ended up saving Asher's ass. I grabbed Wilson by his hair, swinging him to the ground while trying to stuff crayons in his nose and mouth, and made him apologize. Long story short, after 3 or 4 crayons in a nose, he apologized and never looked me in the eye after that day on. After that mishap, I helped the red-faced Asher up and gave him half of my cookie. And just like that, we became Yin and Yang.

Now Quinn on the other hand I met in 2nd grade lunch. It happened right before I sat down at my usual table, not paying attention to anyone and trying to reach my destination peacefully. But a few steps later and a pink twinkled-toed shoe thrown in my way, my face was suddenly in contact with mash potatoes. It was Sammy Stevenson. A pink loving, rich daddy, curly blonde-haired type of girl. She and her little minions laughed in my face, calling me potato girl while pointing at me to make it even more noticeable to the whole cafeteria.

But, right before I could take the face-smashed mashed potatoes and shove it down her throat, a voice came out of no where, saving not really me but Sammy, saying, "Why not pick on someone your own size?"

And before I knew it, that's when Sammy's perfectly curled hair became spaghetti hair, gaining her a new nickname that I'll never forget.

Spaghetti Sammy.

Just like that, I invited Quinn to my little Duo and made it into a Trio

Being interrupted during my flashbacks, I heard Haven, my older sister yelling, "AVERY, I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T HURRY YOU'LL BE WALKING TO SCHOOL." With that being yelled, I roll my eyes, getting out of bed and getting ready for another day of hell.

I do the same thing I always do to my hair since I could really care less what I look like: a messy bun. I throw it up into the bun and grab the first things I find in my closet and throw it on.

Convincing myself that sweats and a white nike shirt were presentable enough, I grab black shoes to go with it. I then grab my phone and earphones, knowing I'll have to block out everyone's bull crap, and head downstairs only to be greeted with my sister's death glare and scowl.

"Why the hell did you take so long? I'm not your personal taxi and I won't wait on you all day. For all I care you could walk to school in a blizzard."

I mentally roll my eyes tired of her complaining about every single thing I do in my life. If I'm on the verge of dying, she'll just yell at me and tell me to die in silence because my gasping for air is too loud.

Believe me when I say that. I don't know why she hates me but it wasn't always this way. We used to be inseparable. We shared rooms, went every where together, got matching outfits, and told each other everything.

She was way more than my sister: she was my other half. She was always there for me and never turned her back. She cheered me up whenever I was down and would always make me laugh. She'd be there to help me if I needed help. She knew me better than I knew myself.

But one day, when I was at the age of 12, everything in my life changed. She wasn't the same anymore. It started off simple. She started smiling less around me, she wouldn't talk to me, and always denied me when I wanted to hang out. She slept with her back to me, and wouldn't even walk inside school with me.

Then, it became even worse. She'd leave me at lunch, and sat with her friends instead. She'd yell at me at call me names I shouldn't have been hurt by at the age of 12. She moved out of our room, and after that day, she would never look me in the eye. She never explained to me what I did. She left me, confused and hurt.

Everyday became worse. She'd become more cold hearted by the minute. Until one day, I knew I had enough, and had to convince myself that the sister I once knew, loved, and cherished was never coming back. The day she told me three words that broke down my heart and built up my walls. The day she yelled at me, with nothing but rage and anger in her eyes, and said, "I HATE YOU!"

I can still feel that in my heart. The way my eyes watered begging to cry the pain out. The way my heart stopped and shattered into pieces. The way my legs felt numb and wanted to drop to the ground just to curl up in a ball and let it all out. How everything around me just stopped, and I couldn't hear anything around me but the sound of my last breath being stolen out of my lungs. That was the second I knew I could never break my walls again. I wouldn't and couldn't let anyone else in just to end up broken again. I knew that if I could get broken from 3 simple words my own blood sister said to me, then anyone could hurt me.

After that moment, I gave up. I never spoke a word to her unless I had to, I never looked her in the eye, and didn't take up with her rage towards me. I argued back, fought back, and treated her as a stranger and nothing less. My experience with her taught me even more to be cold hearted and to never depend on anyone else but me.

I changed after that. I trusted few and always got into fights. I didn't feel pity for anyone and always said what I felt. I told myself everyday to never care for anyone out of my circle or else I'd get hurt.

My big brother, aka Have 's twin brother, Gaven hated my changed. He would tell me all the time that me being happy always made him happier. He'd remind me everyday to smile more and to laugh more often. Although he knew why I changed, he would always say things happen for a reason and to be patient with Haven, telling me she was hurt too. But I find that as a load of crap. You should never just turn your back on your sister and not even explain why, but turn into a bitch and two-faced demon. She's never done anything else for me but hurt me and I wasn't going to be patient in someone who wouldn't give me the time in a day to speak to her. The only reason we can put up with each other now is because we're forced. If it wasn't for my parents, we'd rip each others heads off.

In front of them, of course, we put up with it and act civilized. But behind closed doors, we wouldn't even breathe the same air as each other.

Coming back to reality, I get into her car, mumbling complaints about why I can't just have my own car and drive myself. But I do understand why. I tried driving while, for some reason me being a very retarded person, being drunk. As soon as I backed out, I ran over a trash can and our mail box.

I am a good driver, really, but that probably wasn't the best time to do a test drive. Ever since, my parents have been paranoid and hasn't given me another chance since.

Arriving at Hell's open gates, I hop out of the car, grunting, which is my way of saying 'thanks' to her. We then walk towards the school and go our separate ways as if we didn't just get into a car together or come out of the same womb.

I sigh, knowing this was going to be a long day.

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Yes, I am new at writing. I love stories but have never went into depth like this. Thoughts?? Suggestions?
- Jayda ❤