Chapter 1

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!

"Dammit your still here!" I rolled over and smashed my alarm clock. Oops? I sighed and got out of bed. Snatching some random clothes I stumbled into the bathroom.

Glancing in the mirror all I saw was the same old me.The same old Evening. My unique red hair that unfortunately gets a lot of attention, blue eyes that get lighter as they get closer to the pupil, and my pale skin that can't hide bruises or scrapes. Sighing I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I spotted my sister Ashely chatting on her phone while flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. I guess you could call her Miss Popular. She only wore mini skirts and low cut tanks and it was rare for her to come home at night because either she was partying or sleeping with some guy.

Next to Ashely was my step-brother Jake, he's basically the jokester of our school with and chocolate brown eyes that alway hold mischief. Next to Jake is Alex, Alex has an obsession with his hairstyle, he spends more time on it than Ashely does on hers. He has light blonde hair that has a slight quiff to the side.

Walking past all three of them I grabbed an apple from the basket only to have my hand hit by a large spoon.

"Your not having breakfast today! Ashely told me you made her wait for you after school yesterday." My step-dad glared at me. I dropped the apple and sprinted outside.

Why did he have to be so damn mean. It all started when I was eleven. My dad was murdered and my mom slipped into depression. Then she met Mike, my step-dad, I guess she fell in love with him. He was always fond of Ashely, I don't know why.

After they got married Mike, Jake, and Alex moved in with us. It was okay until my mom died from cancer. Then hell started, Mike's true colors bled thru his fake mask of love, an he started beating me. I guess I looked like a failure to him.

He neglects me now. But as if that wasn't enough thru that whole fiasco I lost my best friend Tyson, I had a big crush on Tyson. But sadly he was hit by a car in my sophomore year. Now I'm a senior and my life sucks. Yay me.

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