How Love Might Bleed

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The first thing I hear everyday is my alarm. It might just be the most annoying thing in the world, but it, unfortunately, does it's job.

Just as I reach out to turn it off, one of my current foster siblings, Jamie, bursts through the door, shouting, like every day since I got here four and a half weeks ago.

"Turn that BLOODY thing off NOW!! How do you even put up with that thing? Its like listening to death clawing my ear drums apart! You have 15 minutes to get ready for school or your walking."

Which won't happen because we both know I have my own ride, but I'm still up in a flash and pushing him out the door. I go into my small, but thankfully private, en-suite bathroom and quickly do my hair, teeth and make-up - making sure to keep it light. Then walk to my wardrobe, I haven't got time to find the perfect outfit for today so I just throw on my lace undergarments and then put on a tan leather skirt, a semi see-through black blouse, my signature leather jacket and motorcycle boots.

I rush down the stairs just in time to catch Jamie and his twin, Seth, just as they are about to walk out the door. They both stop and stare at me for a few seconds before we all continue out the door, me going towards my favourite and the most important item I own. My Harley Davidson Black Panther and the twins to their jeep.

I got my bike when I first got my driving license. It's one of the few things that stays with me going from one house to the next. It also pisses off almost every family I get dumped with which is a bonus, except my current ones, they are actually pretty chill about me having it, and the Child Protective Services. So I guess that's just an extra bonus on top of the delight I get when the foster parents try and sell it right under my nose. It's like they don't even learn, because I always manage to somehow, either get my bike back, or mess up any deal that's been made.

I wave to the twins quickly before putting my helmet on, starting my bike up and setting off for school. It takes me about 25 minutes to drive through the streets of London, from the mini mansion I currently live in, to my current and 14th school. I don't know what the school is called, after the 5th one I just stopped bothering. It was pointless when I knew that I would be moving in a matter of months, possibly even weeks. That's why I'm moved around so often, because I have a terrible temper that always gets me expelled. That or I really manage to piss off the foster family I'm with at that moment in time.

I'm used to nobody liking me but it doesn't mean it doesn't sting the slightest just knowing it's something to do with my history that scares everyone off. However, I have a feeling that today is going to be different and I'm not sure if it will be good or not. I have a weird feeling in my stomach telling me that, today, something is going to change....whether or not I like it, will not change the outcome.

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As always, when I pull into the parking lot, everything stops. I get off my bike, fix my hair until it sits right on my head again, and proceed forward into the huge building in front of me. As soon as I step through the doors the first thing that catches my attention is the mumblings. I know I shouldn't get involved, but how can I not?

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Hope you enjoyed the first official chapter, it's obviously not great, but I think it's alright, some alterations have been made to this chapter and the prologue, any mistakes are taken into account and changed asap, and suggestions are always great, and may be taken into account for the future ;)