Preface - Where Do I Go?
New story, I have like 4 chapters on this. I'll post them every couple of days. Hope you like it. Comment!!
This story consists of a certain type of character. She is different from most people. Her name is Jamie Elizabeth Lee (Jay for short). She's 15, and a sophomore. Jay has had a rough life so far which makes her to be the person she is now. Angry (a lot), somewhat bitter, and sort of blunt. Once you read this, I think you can understand her situation though.
This story is inspired by the Private Novels by Kate Brian "aka" Kieran Scott (I think. . . .). If you haven't read them, I suggest it greatly.. They're incredibly, fantastically, coolly, amazingly awesome! I will actually use a couple of character names and dorm names from it (not copying though). I'm sorry if you think it's too similar to the series later on in the story. Deal. Ha. Enjoy! Please comment and tell me how you like it, if I should continue, title ideas, etc, etc.
Preface - Where Do I Go?
I was a straight A student at my old school and played pitcher, catcher, and first base for the softball team. But mostly the pitcher. I was the star player; the coach absolutely loved me. But I wasn't sure about here. An A at my old school was like a D at this school and the sports' teams are amazing so I probably won't make the tryouts. I don't know how I'll survive. It was my third day here, but I started the actual classes tomorrow.
I was on my way to the freshman and sophomore dormitory, Pemberly. My iPod was playing in my ear and I was thinking deeply. My head was tilted down, staring at my fidgeting hands as I realized how lucky I was exactly. This was one of the most exclusive, most expensive private schools in the country. Considering my background, I'm surprised I even got in. My previous school was tiny, my class only having 43 kids. Now 42. My dad is an alcoholic and an abuser. He blames me and my siblings for everything bad that's happened to him. After 16 years of it, I'm kind of numb to the situation and the emotion it holds. My mother on the other hand, is a sweet, loving mom who cares for me greatly. Except for when my father is around.
Then she's a cold stone-hearted bitch. He makes her act completely different. I guess she doesn't care or love me greatly enough to stand up for me when I'm getting abused by him.... Him - the bastard. That's the main reason I wanted to come here. To get away from him. To get away... From him.... From my parents and my school and my LIFE basically. Well, except for my friends and brother and sister. My 3 best friends in the whole wide world, Marco, Izzy, and Serena. I would miss them so much. I would keep in contact as much as possible, but I would still miss them like crazy. My brother, Scott (I call him Mikey though, since his middle name is Michael), is currently 21 and attending Columbia University. He was my rock. He would hold me at night when he was still living with us.
He would say, 'It'll be okay. We'll sort this out, Jay. Soon, we'll sort this out.' I kind of resented him for leaving me after he graduated. But I still called him on his cell when I've had a rough day... or if my dad had a rough day... and I get a rough beating. Since Scott's away majoring in journalism at college, he doesn't have to put up with all of my father's crap anymore. Neither do I since I'm attending Crenshaw now. But my sister.... Oh, Melanie! She's only 12 years old, 3 years younger than me. A guilty-slash-sad-slash-angry tear slid down my cheek. I left her all alone. To deal with my father. Alone. She will get destroyed. Because of me. Mel will get destroyed because of me. Because of me leaving her all alone in that dark, sickening house. To get her daily beating alone. There would be no one for her to cry to at night. I would comfort her like Mikey had done so many times for me. And now she would cry to herself.... She would hold herself at night. All because of me. Where do I go? Maybe I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have. I need to go back. Now. I NEED to GO. NOW.
This story is inspired by the Private Novels by Kate Brian "aka" Kieran Scott (I think. . . .). If you haven't read them, I suggest it greatly.. They're incredibly, fantastically, coolly, amazingly awesome! I will actually use a couple of character names and dorm names from it (not copying though). I'm sorry if you think it's too similar to the series later on in the story. Deal. Ha. Enjoy! Please comment and tell me how you like it, if I should continue, title ideas, etc, etc.
Preface - Where Do I Go?
I was a straight A student at my old school and played pitcher, catcher, and first base for the softball team. But mostly the pitcher. I was the star player; the coach absolutely loved me. But I wasn't sure about here. An A at my old school was like a D at this school and the sports' teams are amazing so I probably won't make the tryouts. I don't know how I'll survive. It was my third day here, but I started the actual classes tomorrow.
I was on my way to the freshman and sophomore dormitory, Pemberly. My iPod was playing in my ear and I was thinking deeply. My head was tilted down, staring at my fidgeting hands as I realized how lucky I was exactly. This was one of the most exclusive, most expensive private schools in the country. Considering my background, I'm surprised I even got in. My previous school was tiny, my class only having 43 kids. Now 42. My dad is an alcoholic and an abuser. He blames me and my siblings for everything bad that's happened to him. After 16 years of it, I'm kind of numb to the situation and the emotion it holds. My mother on the other hand, is a sweet, loving mom who cares for me greatly. Except for when my father is around.
Then she's a cold stone-hearted bitch. He makes her act completely different. I guess she doesn't care or love me greatly enough to stand up for me when I'm getting abused by him.... Him - the bastard. That's the main reason I wanted to come here. To get away from him. To get away... From him.... From my parents and my school and my LIFE basically. Well, except for my friends and brother and sister. My 3 best friends in the whole wide world, Marco, Izzy, and Serena. I would miss them so much. I would keep in contact as much as possible, but I would still miss them like crazy. My brother, Scott (I call him Mikey though, since his middle name is Michael), is currently 21 and attending Columbia University. He was my rock. He would hold me at night when he was still living with us.
He would say, 'It'll be okay. We'll sort this out, Jay. Soon, we'll sort this out.' I kind of resented him for leaving me after he graduated. But I still called him on his cell when I've had a rough day... or if my dad had a rough day... and I get a rough beating. Since Scott's away majoring in journalism at college, he doesn't have to put up with all of my father's crap anymore. Neither do I since I'm attending Crenshaw now. But my sister.... Oh, Melanie! She's only 12 years old, 3 years younger than me. A guilty-slash-sad-slash-angry tear slid down my cheek. I left her all alone. To deal with my father. Alone. She will get destroyed. Because of me. Mel will get destroyed because of me. Because of me leaving her all alone in that dark, sickening house. To get her daily beating alone. There would be no one for her to cry to at night. I would comfort her like Mikey had done so many times for me. And now she would cry to herself.... She would hold herself at night. All because of me. Where do I go? Maybe I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have. I need to go back. Now. I NEED to GO. NOW.
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