The scars we healed

chapter 1

Opening my eyes in my new queen size bed, on expensive silk sheets, in the huge house that I just moved in, was surprisingly not that exciting.

Most 16 year old girls would be thrilled to live in a nice house, be given expensive clothes, and have everything they ever wanted, but not me.

Before my mom married the rich businessman Henry Rivers, I was living in a 2 bedroom apartment with just me, my 12 year old brother Max, and my mom, Vickie.

My mom thinks that now that she is wealthy, she should be called her given name, which is Victoria, even though my whole life she's never gone by that name.

"Ugh I miss home". I said outloud.

I had to start at a new school today. Before this, I was so excited to start my high school days with my best friends Mya and Emma. But now that I moved to hours away from them, I have to start whats supposed to be the best years of my life, in a school where I don't know anyone.

As I was thinking about how much my life sucks now, my concentration was broke by my 12 year old brother barging in my room.

"Em mom says you need to get up", he said.

I reached out to him, pulling his arm so he came close to me.

"Ow dude".

I held his shoulders, looked him in his eyes.

"We have got to stick together bro." I quietly told him. "We are now in our own separate hell and if we don't stick together, we're doomed".

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Are you kidding me" he yelled. "This is so awesome."

Man they already got the kid, I thought to myself.

I was probably being too dramatic, but I was not happy, and never will be while I'm here.

I got up unwillingly get ready for my first day.

I walked in my bathroom, which I've never had my own bathroom before, and brushed my teeth.

I looked in the mirror and saw that my shoulder length brown hair was a little ratty.

I was lucky to have hair that I could just brush out and it would look fine.

I could always get ready fast.

I never put makeup on. If I ever tried to put mascara on I'd probably poke myself in the eye.

I never really cared what other people thought about me.

I mean, I think I'm pretty in my own way.

I have hazel eyes, and full lips on my heart shaped face.

I am 5'6, with a slender body and normal size boobs. I was happy with my size.

I went into the walk in closet and saw all the clothes that still had price tags on them.

My new step dad is convinced he could buy his way into my life.

I looked at the clothes, shaking my head as I see the price tags.

$1000 for one dress.

"That's ridiculous." I said

I have never cared about money. I've never had any, but still, didn't care.

I walked out of the closet and went through the boxes of clothes  brought from my old place.

I found what I was looking for. My pink floyd shirt and my leggings with holes.

After getting dressed, I put on my black vans, grabbed my old backpack, and ran down the stairs to leave.

My mom was in the kitchen.

"What in this God's green earth are you wearing." my mom yelled.