ok, guys. i MIGHT have auditions. hense the MIGHT. i might just pull random names out of a hat. who knows. if ui didn't audition anyone and i use ur name, my bad :P no names for the first chapter, unless the boys or someone like that pops up...
Chapter 1
I was not a happy kid growing up. My mom was never home, afraid of my dad, I assumed. My dad was beating me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't bruised all over my body. More of the medium bruising. Maybe 3 to 5 days a week. I considered myself lucky. I was a very isolated child. No friends, no school. I wouldn't tell anyone I was homeschooled, because I wasn't. I was homed. I stayed at home and slept. I never had enough to eat. My mom's job wasn't great and my dad's "condition" as my mom called it didn't "permit" him, as she said, to work. I went with the story. I wanted to believe everything told to me. Until I was told something I refused to believe. My mom had died.
I must have cried for 10 weeks. I was placed in a foster home. My mom had also died in a car accident. I regretted never having talked to her since my dad had died. I was now 14. 14 and depressed. The foster home was filled with little children, who I envied for the oddest reasons, perhaps because they never knew their fathers and they may have been loved by their mothers. It was also filled with kids around my age, who were pessimists. All of them. Every single one. That didn't help me in the least. One day, I was set on an errand. The "kind" family who ran the foster home didn't think I was being put to much use, so they sent me to buy some bread for dinner.I was walking down the street, thinking of how unfortunate my life had been so far, when I collided with a running boy. He got up and sarted running again. "Nice to know there's someone considerate enough in New York to apologize!" I yelled to him. He stopped. He turned around. I caught a glimpse of him. He was very good-looking I came to realize. He had short curly hair, and his facial features helped him look almost angelic. He smiled apolegitically and walked towards me. I inhaled sharply. I didn't like strangers. Well, actually, I wasn't a people person. "I'm sorry," he said, helping me up. I didn't smile. "What's your name?" he asked me. You'll have to find that out for yourself." he laughed softly. "Well you won't. Mine is Nick. Nice meeting you, but I have to fly. Mobbing fans, you know," he said. "No, I don't know," I said, mildly puzzled. He chuckled, waved, and ran off once again. "Well that was pretty awkward," I mumbled to myself, walking away.
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THE CHAPTER'S OVER!! haha I want lots and lots of comments :) like, i said, i don't have that much time to post, so don't expect to much from me, ok?
:.Libby.:
