The misfits

Moving away

"Dad I don't want to go to Freeport" Karla screamed as her dad packed together the last bits of her house into the moving truck.

"Karla, we don't have a choice. Your mothers dead and Freeport is where your brother is." He replied.

"But dad..."

"Karla please don't argue, it's been hard enough raising you on my own. I don't wanna bring up last weeks incident. You almost killed yourself"

"I know but dad I just wanna die" Karla argued

"Why is that Karla?" Her dad asked mysteriously

"Because everything in my life can go from perfect to horrible in a snap" she said

"Karla, you need to stop, Freeport will be god for you"

"No it won't, no one is gonna wanna be friends with a girl with cuts that gush blood all the time up and down her arms, or a girl who has dark hair and has autism."

"Karla, I'm sure someone would"

"No, no one will. Not even missy wanted to be friends with me after I died my hair black"

"Freeport will me different"

"What you mean because I'm white and you and mom are black me, therefore I belong in Freeport, cause that makes no sense whatsoever"

"Karla don't be difficult"

Karla grabbed her special box, that held her special knife. She sliced the biggest cut ever right through her arm. She wiped all the blood off and then went outside to the car.

"Karla, Freeport is hot you don't wanna wear a sweatshirt there." Her dad said

"Well I'm gonna try!" She shouted

her dad started the car and she began to cry.

'Karla please don't act up now" her dad pleaded.

"I can't help it" she sobbed.

"Please just don't"

Karla tried her hardest.

She took out her lip piercing and covered her eye with her dark hair. Karla already knew she wasn't gonna like Freeport.