||Chapter One: Tristianna's POV

It all began when I was five. My parents decided to get a divorce. They were arguing to much. And the fact that my father was a drug addict. "Mom! I'm home!" I called closing the door and kicking off my black flats. "In the kitchen hon!" she called. I walked into the kitchen to find my mother cooking dinner and my seven year old sister drawing a picture."Hey Ash" I said sitting in the chair beside her. "Look!" she said showing me a picture. It had eight stick people on it. "Who?" I asked blinking. She smiled. "That's you, me, Rae-Rae, Sarah, Nick, Kevin, Frankie and Joe Jonas!" she said pointing at each.

I smiled at her. She was seven, and already she had this huge crush on Frankie Jonas. It was adorable. "You really love Frankie huh?" I asked. She nodded. I noticed my mother sniffling alot while she was cooking. "Mom?" I asked. She looked at me with puffy eyes. "Hm?" she asked. I knew she was thinking of Dad. I knew she was thinking of how Ashley would grow up without a father. "Mom.. it's okay" I said getting up and wrapping my arms around her shoulders. How could I tell her I was expelled from my highschool? "Tristi. I'm going to need your assistance at the diner tomorrow. We're going to get alot of coustumers" she replied. I bit my bottom lip. She knows I thought. "Mom? Are you angry at me?" I asked softly.

She sighed wiping her eyes with her apron. "Tristi.. I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed at you" she replied. "That was your fourth suspension this month" she replied. I nodded. "It's just.. I.." I stammered. She nodded understanding. "It's because of your father you're like this. It's because of him that we're all like this" she replied. I lowered my head in shame. She was right. I was now a bad kid in my school. I vandalizied and I back talked the teachers. I was such a good kid back then. Doing my homework.. following the rules.. now.. I'm just the opposite. My eighteen year old sister Rachel has changed alot too. She was eight when our parents seperated. She's just gotten off of smoking and taking drugs. She still has those dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep.

Sarah's been depressed too. She's changed ALOT out of the three of us. She dropped out of school and is trying to get off of drugs. She hasn't been getting enough sleep, and she's always grumpy and talking emo like. Infact.. me and my older sisters need love. The love from our mother isn't enough. We each need someone to understand us. Maybe we will find those boys. One day. Just maybe.