Chapter 1

They say first day at new school sucks. Well, today was my day to find it out. I live with my uncle and aunt. Which I didn't even know that I'd until my mom and dad died in a car crash. Fortunately or unfortunately I had survived the accident and ended up in this family in California. My uncle Stephen Morris and Aunt Marry Morris have two kids-their eldest son Andres Morris and their beautiful daughter Geneva Morris. They completely ignored me the first week to live with them.

Taking a deep breath I start to get ready for my first day of school. After getting dressed I stood in front of the mirror. I wore loose jeans and a T-shirt. Above which I wore a knee length dress. I never liked to show off my body so I covered as much as possible. I made a French tail. I start to descend at hope that my life could change.

"Good Morning, Mr. Morris "I said. They made it clear not call them aunt or uncle.

He just nodded but didn't reply but I'm used to it by now. I just drank a glass of mango juice. I didn't want eat anything in case I throw up. Andres, Geneva and I are going to same school. Andres is 18 and I and Geneva are 17.

"Why didn't you have your breakfast? ", asked Mrs. Morris, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"I am not hungry", I replied. Her jaw set at angry thump. I didn't want to get scolded on my first day so I bolted to the hall room. I know they would never hit me or anything because my social services checked every month. I don't even know why they would even bother to keep me. But then my parents have taught me whatever happens, happens for the best.

"Are you ready to go, Jael?" asked Andres. I wish he wouldn't talk to me at all. But to be polite I nodded. Ever since I have grown 5 feet and developed some body growth like breasts, he had taken sudden interests in me. I was disgusted by him. Weirdly none of the family members had noticed it. Or maybe they had but decided to ignore it.

Andres wore a tight black jeans, a gray color t-shirt and a leather jacket with boots. Geneva wore a t-shirt and skirt with high heel boots. Her hair was loose and she had a jacket in her hand. Suddenly I feel over- dressed but I decided to ignore it. I don't fit in their world and neither do I want to.

After saying good bye to their parents we started to go for our school. By luck or God knows what I was able to get a cycle. The social services were able to provide it for me after I told them that I may never be able to sit on the car. The whole Morris family was so elated that no matter how much they tried it was always there on their face. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Morris were happy that I can't go to any family gathering or outside with them. I was fine with it. I liked being alone. But I think the happiest person was Geneva as she didn't have to explain me to her friends and it wouldn't hurt her popularity. I was never interested in attention or popularity so it worked for me.

I just wanted to get over with the last year of my school year so I could get away from this pathetic excuse for life.