Broken Home
It is about a girl who comes from a bad home, a bad life, but it starts to change when she meets a boy in her new town and starts to fall in love with him.
I walked into my new home. A new town. Just great. It seems like all we do is move into a different town. It doesn't help that I'm usually the reason why. My name is Kassii Lyons, I'm 17, a lot of people tell me I look like a model, but I don't see it. I have white blonde over black hair, its usually curly or straightened. It goes down to the middle of my back. I have diagonal bangs that I cut myself. My skin is darkly tan, and I have the figure of a coke bottle. A little more top heavy(stupid boobs), but nothing bad I guess. I have baby blue eyes, and I always make sure my make up is heavily done, I do my make up real well actually. I have full lips that I always keep glossed. A lot of people tell me that I resemble Christine Dolce. Maybe so. I like to wear tight jeans, and tight shirts. I love neon colors. There the best. I wear DC's, and kind of wear whatever I want to wear.
Anyway, enough about me. My family and I, which includes My mother, father, my brother Josh, and I, well, we've had to move again. And it was because of me again. This is the fourth time it's been my fault. And I feel horrible. It didn't help that my brother officially hated me now. My mom was just disappointed, and my father was disgusted with me. It bothered me, but at the same time I couldn't help but to not care.
I walked outside our new little white home in Kayling Hills, Washington. It was a crisp morning. The cold wind blew my hair in my face. As I pushed it away, I looked around my new neighborhood. I couldn't help but to wonder if I would be here long enough to even get to know them. It was a dead end street, with cute similar square houses lining the freshly paved road. A richie neighborhood, yet her parents had gotten the house. They said they had wanted Josh and I to grow up in a "good" environment. Yeah, you can move us into whatever house you would like, but it's the same old family living there. I saw a tall sturdy man walk out of his house across the street and to his car. He stopped at stared at me for a minute when he saw me so I waved. Not saying anything, he waved back and got into his car. As he backed out, he was still staring at me. Weird.
I turned and walked back into the house. I turned left in the foyer room to go into the living room. I still couldn't get over how huge it was. All of our small stuff looked ridiculous in this room I thought. I sat down on our old couch, dark blue and worn down, and flicked on the TV. Parental Control was on. I couldn't help but giggle. Parental Control was exactly what I was suffering from.
I'm a criminal. And so that means I'm on house arrest. I can't leave my home, or I'll go to juvi. It sucks, but I brought it on myself. I have temporarily had to drop out of school, because I'm not allowed on school premises for a while. My mom didn't want to home school me, so she's just dropped me out until I'm off house arrest. That's not for another month or so, and only if I'm good. Not very good odds.
I got up and went up the marble steps to the second floor. Walking across the padded white carpet, I sighed. I felt like I was playing pretend, this house didn't feel like home. No house had felt like that in a long time. I turned on my radio, and walked over to my window. Wow.
See, my brother Josh, he's older. But only by a year or so. So I'll be 18 in September, and he'll be 19 in December. Beside him though is what I was shocked about, the most beautiful boy I had ever seen was beside him. I ran downstairs.
Anyway, enough about me. My family and I, which includes My mother, father, my brother Josh, and I, well, we've had to move again. And it was because of me again. This is the fourth time it's been my fault. And I feel horrible. It didn't help that my brother officially hated me now. My mom was just disappointed, and my father was disgusted with me. It bothered me, but at the same time I couldn't help but to not care.
I walked outside our new little white home in Kayling Hills, Washington. It was a crisp morning. The cold wind blew my hair in my face. As I pushed it away, I looked around my new neighborhood. I couldn't help but to wonder if I would be here long enough to even get to know them. It was a dead end street, with cute similar square houses lining the freshly paved road. A richie neighborhood, yet her parents had gotten the house. They said they had wanted Josh and I to grow up in a "good" environment. Yeah, you can move us into whatever house you would like, but it's the same old family living there. I saw a tall sturdy man walk out of his house across the street and to his car. He stopped at stared at me for a minute when he saw me so I waved. Not saying anything, he waved back and got into his car. As he backed out, he was still staring at me. Weird.
I turned and walked back into the house. I turned left in the foyer room to go into the living room. I still couldn't get over how huge it was. All of our small stuff looked ridiculous in this room I thought. I sat down on our old couch, dark blue and worn down, and flicked on the TV. Parental Control was on. I couldn't help but giggle. Parental Control was exactly what I was suffering from.
I'm a criminal. And so that means I'm on house arrest. I can't leave my home, or I'll go to juvi. It sucks, but I brought it on myself. I have temporarily had to drop out of school, because I'm not allowed on school premises for a while. My mom didn't want to home school me, so she's just dropped me out until I'm off house arrest. That's not for another month or so, and only if I'm good. Not very good odds.
I got up and went up the marble steps to the second floor. Walking across the padded white carpet, I sighed. I felt like I was playing pretend, this house didn't feel like home. No house had felt like that in a long time. I turned on my radio, and walked over to my window. Wow.
See, my brother Josh, he's older. But only by a year or so. So I'll be 18 in September, and he'll be 19 in December. Beside him though is what I was shocked about, the most beautiful boy I had ever seen was beside him. I ran downstairs.
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