The Beautiful Life of Lucille Clair Sutton

Chapter One

I hated this, being pushed around, knocked about like a pinball. Just because my parents were moved around all their lives I too have to suffer. Nothing against them, I loved them with all I had and so much more. My mother was a brilliant college professor, my step-father worked at his mechanics shop that his dad had owned. Steven (the name I called my step-father) was a great man who loved vehicles like most people loved their dog or cat. Unlike my real father who had failed to pay child support and hated me and my three siblings, Steven had gone to the most insane and outrageous lengths to show us he loved us. He had always told us that we will do great things. Even when my fifteen year old brother got his girlfriend pregnant, Steven sat down and simply said : " This isn't going to be the easiest thing, but it won't kill you either. There will be fights, sleepless nights, and laughter. You'll be a great father if you apply yourself and listen to the two of them. I love you and although your mother is upset right now, she'll enjoy watching you three grow and learn." He kissed Spencer's forehead and went to the garage. He never failed to tell us he loved us. My mother liked that the most about him. They had only dated for three months before the got engaged  and then soon after married. His wife had been almost as bad as my father, whom I called our "sperm donor" because he was never really around. Well she just used him for stupid things like money, sex, and the attention he gave her. Steve and Michelle had two kids together one boy and a girl, Axel and Kohl. They were two amazing children. Always there to make you smile and full of the word why.  They took all the moves wonderful. While me and my three siblings didn't. We were in  high school now and didn't want to be outcasts or singled out. We were the shy ones of the family and liked to stay in our "bubbles".  My first day of sophomore year at the new school was dreaded. Spencer and his girlfriend Stephanie, didn't want to go either, worried that their daughter Zoe-Jayne, wouldn't get a good baby sitter. With all nine of us we had so much to worry about not only school but our clothes and all the random things we always do.                                                                                                                                                    

Monday morning came. I hardly got any sleep because of the excitement and nervousness. We all waited for the bus and that's where it all began. That's where I saw her, alone. She was dressed oddly and looked pale. Awkward, sleep deprived and not noticed by a soul. I decided to take my seat next to her. Perhaps we were both new to the school. She looked confused when she noticed me "Hello I'm Vivianne Gaines, me and my family just moved here." She stared at me blankly. Oh boy, this is just wonderful. A girl who doesn't want any part of me. Nice choice Viv. "Hi, I'm Lucy." She barely said. I smiled. Okay maybe I was wrong. It was the longest bus ride I've ever been on. No talking. Just silence. I noticed a few scars on Lucy I'd never seen on another person before. Maybe there was a reason she sat alone. Maybe there's more to her than just some odd clothes and the bags she had from no sleep. I had to find out why and where she got them. It'd be the death of me. I had a feeling we could get closer if she made an effort to talk or at least just tell me to leave and never talk to her again. Until then I sit. In silence. Waiting. Perhaps for a reply or just any type of reason for the way she dressed.