It has been weeks, if not months that I have had a decent enough breakfast. My uncle finally stepped up and bought some real food. I found a thing of eggs, milk, juice and cereal when I went to look for food the next morning.

I was happy.

I made me a bowl of cereal then sat down at the table and ate. I had about half an hour until school started, and although I don't have my bike right now, Tommy is taking me to school. But I'm not too sure on how he's going to get by with Johnny here today.

They don't really like each other.

As I was eating, I heard noises coming from the stairs and I knew Johnny must have been awake and I wish he wasn't. He's an ass in the mornings, not like he is everyday, but he's still an asshole.

He walks into the kitchen and we make eye contact as he walks over to the fridge and gets the milk gallon out. I continue to eat until he walks over to the table and stands on the other side. I look up at him as he's staring at me.

"What?" I question.

He sets the milk on the table and looks at me. "Let me ask you something." I stare at him, waiting for him to continue. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" He asks.

I watch him for a moment as I shrug. "It depends."

I could see that he didn't like that answer. "Dana, I'm not as stupid as you think I am. You think I don't know when you fuck up? Or when you go out and leave without my permission?"

"When do I need your permission?" I ask.

He places both hands on the table as he leans forward. "When you live under my roof, you obey my rules." He stares at me. "I'm not fucking stupid, Dana! You're either going to get in trouble or get yourself killed one day." He said. "By the way, where's the bike?" He asks.

"It broke down." I say. "Your stupid ass mechanic can't fix shit!"

He stares at me. "No, you know what it is?" He asks. "You're riding it every damn where!"

"So what?" I question. "It's mine!"

He straightens back up but continues to look at me. "There's another thing. That bike is giving you too much freedom. You think you can do whatever the hell you want because you have the keys, but that's all about to end." He says.

"You won't do shit." I said. "Since when do you ever care? You go out and do stupid shit, but yet I'm the bad guy?"

He slams his hands on the table. "I'm an adult! I can do whatever the hell I want! You're still illegal and you're still my property!" He yells.

It was taking everything in me to not jump over this table and strangle him. I hate when he prefers me as his property, like I'm not a fucking human being. It makes me more mad to have him yell in my face to tell me the same shit over again, which I already know.

I stand up. "Whatever." I say as I grab my bowl and throw it in the sink. I walk out of the kitchen as I heard him right behind me.

"Where are you going?" He asks as I step towards the door.

I turn to look at him. "School."

He crosses his arms. "Who's taking you?"

"Nobody. I'm walking." I lied. I shoot him a peace sign then walk out the door and slam it behind me.

My uncle pisses me off more everyday and I've had enough of his stupid ass. I wish I could just leave, but where the hell am I going to go? I have money, but not enough to rent a place. I sure as hell don't have enough to pay bills and shit like that.

I'm stuck until I turn eighteen. Even then, I don't have a mindset of what I'm going to do.

I swear being a teenager is hard as hell sometimes.

I text Tommy to tell him that I'm ready and I'm waiting out by the road. I stand there and look around my shitty neighborhood and wish that I could leave this town as quickly as possible.

I hate it here, and all of the bad memories that come with it.

I watch as my shoe digs into the dirt that is piled up on the sidewalk as I'm waiting for Tommy's stupid ass to hurry up. I don't care if I'm early for school, I just don't want to be in the same house as Johnny.

I heard a car come down the road and I look to see Tommy finally arriving. I watch as he comes to a stop next to me and he leans over to smile at me. "Your ride as arrived." He opens the door for me and I slide in. "What's up?" He asks as he pulls away.

I shake my head. "I'm tired of Johnny." I say as I look out the window.

"You say that a lot." He chuckles.

I look over at him. "Yeah, well I mean it. He's getting on my nerves more everyday and he's suddenly acting like he gives a shit about what I do. Since when has he ever gave a shit?" I question.

Tommy shrugs. "Maybe he's coming around."

I huffed. "Yeah, right. Take a miracle for that bullshit to happen." I sigh. "I want to leave this town."

"You got money?" Tommy asks.

I shake my head as I look out the window. "No, but what's so bad about leaving without money? I mean, I have a little, so that should be enough." I look over at him as he was watching the road.

He looks over at me. "Are you serious about this?"

I nod. "Yes," I turn in my seat to face him. "Come on, Tommy. You, me and Damion can leave this town. We all have bad history here, so what's holding us back? Let's leave." I say as I was speaking nothing but the truth as I was watching him.

He stares at the road for a moment. "I don't know." He looks over at me. "I need to think about it, and let Damion know and see what he thinks."

I smile as I watch him. "Dude, it will be so fucking amazing to finally leave and not look back."

He nods as I saw a smile on his face. "Yeah, I know. But, we need money, gas and more shit to get by with. We can't just leave without the nessacities." He looks at me.

I nod. "I get it, dude." I smile as I lean back, knowing that we could be leaving this town in a matter of days.

-

I guess my friends are pissed at me for some unexplainable reason. It's not my fault that my life is a pile of shit and I would rather keep it a secret than have them knowing what I go through everyday.

My friends aren't the judemental type, but I'm afraid that if they did know, they would judge my life and that's one reason why I choose to keep things away from them.

It was lunch, and I was sitting outside underneath a tree. There was a slight breeze blowing, and every now and then I would have to remove my hair from my face from the wind blowing it all around.

I got frustrated after a few minutes, so I decided to pull my hair into a ponytail. The wind was getting ridiculous, and it would blow extremely rough for a moment then calm down in a matter of seconds.

I started picking at the grass as boredom was taking over and I heard someone walk towards me. I turn my head as I saw Amber sit down next to me. She smiles as she was looking at me. "Hi." She spoke.

I slightly smile back. "Hey."

We sat there in silence for a moment until she spoke. "I couldn't find you inside, so I came out here to look for you. Why are you out here?"

I shrug as I look down at the grass in my hand. "I didn't want to be inside." I spoke. I look over at her. "Where's Trey?"

Amber looks around for a moment until she looks back at me. "He said that he had to make up some work in a class." I nod as she watches me. "I'm sorry."

I gave her a confused look. "For what?"

She shrugs as she looks down. "I don't know. It feels like our friendship isn't the best right now, and I don't know why." She looks back up at me. "I don't want our friendship to continue this way."

I chuckle as I watch Amber. She was a softy and I couldn't help but have a heart for her. "It's alright. Our friendship will not go to shit, ok?"

She stares at me. "Promise?"

"Promise." I nod. She smiles then pulls me in for a hug. I gently push her back and shake my head. "Not a hugger."

She giggles. "I know."

We sat there and talked until the bell rung for lunch to be over. I dreaded going back to class, but I knew that I couldn't skip this time since I didn't have a way to escape. I hated school sometimes, but damn it, if I didn't need to leave this town so quickly, I wouldn't be here.

Since Amber and I had the next class together, and I was thinking about skipping, I had to make up a lie to get her to leave. She was a little skeptical at first, but she didn't argue as she left me by my locker. But, as soon as she was gone, I decided to figure something out.

As I was walking down the hall, I passed by the office and saw a group of people standing in front of Miss Valerie's desk. I stop to watch them for a moment as I was wondering what was going on. I look around then walk towards the office and to her desk.

"Hi." I said as Miss Valerie was doing something on her computer.

She looks up at me. "Hello, Dana. What are you doing here?"

I shrug then look over as all those people went into the principals office. "What's going on?" I ask as I look back at her.

She stares at me for a moment. "They're having a meeting about the school board." I nod as she continues to stare at me. "Why are you so interested?"

"I was just passing by and saw those people, so I was wondering." I shrug.

She nods as she stares at me. "Alright well, you better get to class before you're late." She warns.

I roll my eyes. "Ok." I walk out of the office and down the hall. I really didn't want to go to class, and I hated this class the most, so maybe I could skip. I mean, I am ahead in all my classes, so what's one tiny miss going to cause?

I kept walking down the hall as I was looking around, and I bumped into someone. I look to see Robert standing there, and he's the last person I wanted to see right now. I cross my arms as I could see that he was sizing me up.

"What?" I ask.

He stares at me. "Skipping class too?" I shrug as he continues to stare at me. "Makes sense." He starts walking around me.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask as I watch him.

He smirks. "I heard a few things, Dana."

"Oh, like what?" I question.

He shrugs. "Things. I know some shit about you, Mitchells."

I stare at him as he stops in front of me. "You don't know shit, Langston."

"Maybe, maybe not." He shrugs. "But anyways, lets cut the bullshit and talk for a minute."

"Talk about what?"

He looks around for a moment. "Since we're both out here skipping class, lets do something. Some crazy shit. Me and you," He smirks. "make a pretty good team, Mitchells."

"I don't like you, Robert." I said. "I don't like the way you treat my friend, and I don't like you in general. I wouldn't be caught dead with you, asshole."

He shakes his head. "That's too bad. I was hoping we could-"

"Just shut the hell up, Robert. I'm not doing anything with you." I stare at him as I was hoping that I could get through his thick ass head.

I've had enough of standing here in his presence. I turn to walk away, but he quickly grabs ahold of my arm and my first instinct was to punch him in the face. He stumbles back and I stand there watching him.

"What the hell?" He says as he's holding his face.

I stare at him. "Don't touch me." I watch him for a moment. "Go ahead and tell on me, Robert. I knew it was you the first time because you're nothing but a snitch."

He stares at me as a little bit of blood runs down his chin. "You're a bitch, Dana. I hope someone teaches you a fucking lesson, because I'm going to be there watching your ass get beat." He walks passed me and bumps my shoulder.

I try to keep calm as I could feel myself start to overheat from wanting to jump him right now. I watch as he disappears down the hall and I'm standing here doing nothing, but looking lost. I shake my head as I start walking down the hall a little more until I heard voices from the other end.

I quickly hide, but there's nowhere to hide. I tried thinking of something, but it was too late as Mr. Frank came around the corner and caught me. "Miss Mitchells."

I stand there. "Mr. Frank." I smile.

He stands there and stares at me for a moment. "What are you doing?"

I shrug. "I came to grab something from my locker." I point to the locker closest to me.

"Uh huh," He eyes me. "Well, tell me this Miss Mitchells, why are you not near your locker then?"

I stare at him. "This is my locker."

He shakes his head. "Nice try, Mitchells." He grabs my arm as we start walking down the hall. "You know where this is going."

I groan. "Ugh, please just let me by this time. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, right." He chuckles. "Skipping class is wrong."

I shake my head as he escorts me to the office and I sure as hell didn't want to be here. It seems as though I'm always here now, and it's driving me insane.

As soon as we walk in the office, Miss Valerie sees us and I could tell that she was not surprised. She shakes her head and dials a number on the phone next to her. She speaks for a moment, then tells Mr. Frank to escort me to the principals office.

We stand in front of the door before he opens it and gently pushes me inside. I take one look at him before he smiles and shuts the door. I sigh as I look towards Julia's desk to see her sitting there. When she looks up at me, I really didn't want to be here anymore.

I walk to her desk. "Ok, so if you can just let me go or give me detention after school then we won't have to see each other and I'll leave."

She stares at me for a moment. "Take a seat, Dana."

"Are you kidding me?" I ask.

She gives me a look and I groan as I walk over to that stupid desk and sit down. This was bullshit. Why the hell is she not letting me go? I thought she hated seeing me as much as I hated seeing her?

Nothing is making sense with her.

I cross my arms over the desk and lean my chin down. I feel like falling asleep, but I didn't want to sleep with her in the same room. After a few moments of silence, Julia speaks. "We need to talk." I look up to see her facing towards me in her chair. I lean up a little to listen. "Why do you keep getting in trouble?"

I roll my eyes. "It's not my fault."

"Then whose fault is it?" She asks.

I shrug. "Everybody. They all hate me, and even when I don't do anything wrong, they still want to come after me."

She stares at me for a moment. "Nobody hates you, Dana."

I chuckle. "Could of fooled me."

"Why do you think everyone hates you?" She asks.

I sigh. "I don't think, I know. And look, I really don't want to talk about it, ok? Can I please go?" I beg.

She stares at me for a moment. "Dana, listen. I know that you don't want to be here with me, and I understand because I feel the same way, but like I said before, we have to get use to it."

I shake my head. "Julia, look.." I watch as she didn't correct me. "I mean no disrespect but I don't like being in the same presence as you anymore. I hate the thought because of what happened, and how it haunts me every fucking day now because you're my fucking principal and that adds a shit load of stress to me. How can I get use to it?" I question.

She looks down for a moment and I watch as she looks back up. "I understand, Dana."

"Good," I say as I run my hand through my hair. "Can I go?"

She nods. "On one condition," I stand up as she was watching me. "Stay out of trouble."

I nod then quickly leave the room as fast as I can.

-

Julia Taylor is the type of woman who can get under your skin in ways that you can't understand, but she's also the type of woman that confuses the shit out of you for no damn reason.

She has got to be the most complicated woman that I have ever met in my life.

It was after school. Me, Tommy and Damion was all playing basketball at the old park that was a few miles away from town. Hardly anyone comes here, so it's mostly abandoned. I don't think anyone really brings their kids here because it's too old.

But it still had a pretty good basketball court, and sometimes we come here to play to have some fun.

It was me and Damion against each other as Tommy sat out. Damion was a pretty decent guy, and he was built to where it looks like he could play any sport he wanted to. When it came to basketball, he played no games and he could easily run circles around me.

It usually takes a while until I can atleast win one out of five games with him.

After he dunked the ball in the basket, I stood there watching him. "I give up." I said as he smiled at me.

"I knew you would." He quickly grabbed me and slung me over his shoulders. "No one can beat the king!" He yells.

I started hitting his back. "Let me go, asshole!" He spun me around and I started getting dizzy. "Stop!" He starts laughing then sets me down where I started seeing everything spinning. I swung at him but missed and he laughs as he jumps out of the way. "I hate you." I say as I rub my eyes.

He chuckles then I hear Tommy. "Hey, D." I look over at him as he was walking towards me. "My buddy said that we can bring your bike to his shop and he would look at it."

I nod. "Cool, when?"

"As soon as we can." He shrugs. "Where's it at?"

I groan as I remember that I parked it in Julia's driveway. "It's down that road I got lost on, and parked in someone's driveway." I explain.

He nods as Damion speaks. "Why the hell would you park it in someone's driveway?"

"I know them, dumbass." I glare at him.

Tommy claps his hands. "Ok, lets go get it then." As we were walking back to Tommy's truck, Damion and I were pushing each other. It started off as playfulness but he started pushing me too hard and it got rough after a few moments. "Stop!" Tommy yells.

We get into the truck, and I'm forced into the backseat. I reach up, as soon as Damion is in, and smack him on the head. I lean back and start laughing as he cusses and holds his head. I see Tommy shaking his head and I smile. "I'm a child, remember?"

Damion turns and looks at me. "You'll pay for that, bitch." I stuck my tongue out at him and chuckle as he turns back around. I look out the window as we start leaving and I heard Tommy ask for directions. "You seriously expect me to remember where I was? I told you I got lost." I explain.

Tommy sighs. "You didn't get the street name?"

"Yeah, it's Richards street." I remember.

Damion looks back at me for a moment. "Shit. The rich part of town."

Tommy chuckles and I stare at them. "Huh?"

Damion turns around to look at me. "You didn't know that most rich people live down there?" He asks. I shook my head and he smiles. "Basically the snobby rich people live there."

"I don't know." Tommy interrupts. "I don't think all people that live down there are that bad."

Damion looks at him. "You're kidding right? Because of them, we're stuck here in the shitty part of town while they soak in their fucking money."

I watch as they argue and I couldn't help but think of Julia. She lives down there, but she's not like that. At least I don't think she is. I hardly know her, and even though she can be a bitch, she's not a total bitch.

As soon as we got onto the street, Tommy looks back at me. "Ok, which house?"

I stare at him for a moment. "Until you see my motorcycle, duh."

"What if someone stole it?" Damion asks.

I roll my eyes. "Highly doubt that."

He looks back at me. "So, you know someone who lives down here and they were cool with you leaving your bike in their driveway?" I nod as he