Okay so maybe you have read the first part, but i reached the maximum number of questions i could ask today. so i had to use a different account.
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Chapter 1
I stared at the wall choking back tears once again. They were arguing again. In my small life of sixteen years, I have been through so much. From being “accidentally” slapped by my dad, to being verbally abused by my mom. My life is not, by any means, a piece of cake.
As I listened to the screaming from the living room, I wondered why parents couldn’t just get along. And then I heard it, the sound of glass hitting the floor. I jumped up from the couch and walked quickly to the door of the kitchen and peeked through. Mama was sitting on the floor crying, and Dad was already making his exit. At least no one was hurt.
I walked over to her and bent down to where she was sitting. “You okay?”
“NO!” she screamed with such intensity, I swear the house moved. I got up and went to my bedroom with tears rolling down my face. I walked past my little brother, Kevin, and reassured him that everything would be okay.
I walked into my room with so little noise, I started to convince myself I wasn’t moving. As I approached the bed my dog, Lilith, walked in and beat me to the bed. Lilith is a gorgeous German Shepherd with long silky black hair and spots of white on her chest. I plopped onto the bed, laid beside her and started giving her a belly rub, while I thought of how my life could get any worse, and the lack of thinking caused me to go to sleep rather quickly.

I woke up to the annoying continuous sound of beeping right next to my ear. As I dragged myself out of bed, I thought about what I was going to wear that day, and finally chose a pair of dark jeans accompanied by a t-shirt and hoodie. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, just a normal face. My eyes were red and puffy from crying myself to sleep, and my hair was like a rats nest, going in every way possible. I picked up the brush and painfully made my way through it, and smiled at myself because the end result was not much better than when I got up. I quietly walked to Kevin’s room, careful not to wake Mama, and woke him up. Kevin was a cute little eight year old, who was into trucks and mud as much as any other eight year old boy. Knowing that if he didn’t get up, he would stay home with Mama, so that motivated him to get up rather quickly.
I fixed cereal for breakfast and we both sat in silence and ate our food. As the elementary bus pulled up, Kevin drank the remains of his milk and with a simple bye, headed out the door.
I had a good twenty minutes before my bus would get here, so I indulged myself into self-pity, and before I knew it, the bus was here.
I stepped on the bus with all the courage I could gather and stared at my feet as I walked down the aisle to sit with Chloe. Chloe has been my best friend since the “diaper days.” And we spend every chance we get with each other. Chloe lives on a for acres of farmland which comes in handy when you love horses. She has blonde hair that runs halfway down her back, and is usually put in a braid. She wears overalls and always says things like “Ya’ll” and “Down yonder” which always makes me giggle.
I have stepped on this bus for nearly two years now, and something felt different, as though their was a bad presence. I looked around for any signs of abnormality, and my eyes met two strangers of whom I have never seen before. I held the stare for what seemed like forever, and one of them slowly met my gaze, and I forced myself to look away.
“Hey Chloe, how was your weekend?”
“It was fun, you know living at the farm takes a lot out of you. What about you?” Instead of answering with the truth about being yelled at, I simply said “It was okay” and stared at the seat in front of me until we reached Helena High School.
As soon as I stepped off the bus Chloe said her goodbyes and headed off to her first period class. Dimitri was there waiting for me with a smile on his face. Dimitri has the cutest smile ever, his teeth are perfectly white and straight and his lips are so thin. He’s pretty tall with a slender body, but very muscular. Normally, although I don’t know why, Dimitri always wears a turtleneck that covers his neck and arms. The shirt he was wearing today was tighter than normal and it perfectly outlined the six-pack that hid underneath. His black hair was extremely hot, it was always perfectly straight and covered his eyes almost completely. When his hair wasn’t covering his eyes, you could see that he has long eyelashes with dreamy brown eyes that seem to go on forever. Its as though, through his eyes, I see his soul. He was perfect in every way that I was not.
“So how was your weekend, Mr. Dimitri?” I smiled playfully as he grinned at the “Mr.” he now was.
“It was fun. Went fishing with my dad. That was pretty much the highlight of my week, watchin