Hey Guys. So this is my first fanfic so please don't judge to harshly. The first couple of chapters have been re written and will get better as they go along. Just to warn you in advance :)
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Chapter One: A Rough Day

Wendy Ford sat on her bed after a long day at school. It was a disaster. Her so called 'friends' laughed at her because she told them she wanted to be an author when she grew up. They told her that being an author didn't pay very much and she should use her beauty for something much more worthwhile, like modelling.

Wendy knew that she could be a model because she had beautiful porcelain skin that complemented her sky-blue eyes and curly ash brown hair. Family friends always said she was more beautiful than any other girl, and cheeks always went red at this. But she didn't want to be a model, they are always so stressed about their body and how they looked and the majority of them ended up with eating disorders anyway. Wendy didn't want that.

To top off her disaster of a day, Billy Jo and her brother Patrick decided it was Wendy's turn to cough up her pocket money. At lunch the two bullies came up to her and demanded any money she had in her bag.

"Come on hand it over." Billy Jo had sneered to Wendy."No." Wendy had said. Wendy is fierce and she doesn't take any shit from anybody.

Billy Jo was taken aback from Wendy's attitude, but Patrick just smirked and said.

"Now come on, I wouldn't want to hurt that pretty face of yours."

Wendy knew how to handle herself in a fight so she just said with any even greater smirk:

"That's funny, because I really want to hurt your ugly face.'

This really made Patrick angry. Patrick went to charge at her, but she was quicker. Wendy took a quick step to the left and Patrick flew past her and ran into the wall.

Billy Jo just laughed and went to tackle Wendy but as she was doing so Wendy had already advanced on her and took a swing a Billy Jo's nose.

Billy Jo's nose began to bleed and she cursed at Wendy then ran off with her brother Patrick trailing after her. Later on at lunch Mrs. March, the vice principal came up to Wendy. Mrs. March is a tall lady with short white hair and a crooked, pointy nose with round gold rimmed glasses on the end.

Wendy knew what this was about as soon as she saw Billy Jo and Patrick behind the old lady with wide grins across their ugly faces.

Mrs. March talked to them about what happened, and Wendy was furious when she was told that it was HER fault and that would be getting the detention. Mrs. March had said it was her that had thrown the punch and they didn't have any evidence to prove that it was Billy Jo and Patrick that had started the fight.

At that Wendy had a thought.

"But there were some witnesses," she began "all the girls were there they'll back me up on this and tell you that it was their fault." (She directed this at the two bullies).

Mrs. March called in the girls to ask them question about the earlier incident. Wendy was shocked and furious when they told the teacher that they didn't see a thing. Mrs. March accused Wendy of being a liar and a scoundrel then sent her out muttering something about being very disappointed.

'This has been the worst day of my life' thought Wendy as she sunk into the bus seat. Once she sat down she grabbed her IPod out of her bag before putting it on the floor of the bus. Automatically she put her both of her earphones in her ears, it was her daily ritual, but on good days she would usually have to take them out again to talk to the people she thought were her friends.

Today was different though, after she put her earphone in she turned the music up until she could not hear anything but the music.

'How could they though?' Wendy thought, upset and frustrated at her 'friends'. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and she just let them fall silently. 'How could they just stand by and let me get all the blame even though they were standing there while the whole thing happened?'

Wendy kept thinking over today's events and the people who were supposed to be her friends betrayed her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a small poke in the arm. She looked up to see who it was before turning her music off. It was Michael Darling. He was a first grader, no older than six, but had a heart as large as any adult.

Michael had light brown hair that only just reached the top of his eyebrows, and his face still had quite a bit of its baby fat which made little Michael look cute. His big brown eyes looked at Wendy with concern to know if his favourite babysitter was alright. He and his older brother John loved Wendy as their own sister, and she kind of was. She came over practically every night to look after them because their parents went out a lot. Wendy loved them too, and thought of them as her little brothers.

"Wendy, are you alright" Michael asked shyly, not wanting to upset Wendy any further.

Wendy wiped her eyes and her nose with the backs of her hands. "Yes Michael, I'm alright." she said as she pulled him onto her lap.

"Are you coming over tonight?" asked Michael's older brother John who had taken the seat next to Wendy now that his brother was on Wendy's lap.

John was quite smart for his age, which is ten by the way, because he liked to read. But not fictional books like the fairytales Wendy read to them when they asked her to. No. He liked to read things about history like Napoleon Bonaparte and WWI and II. When he was at home he would put on his grandpa's old top hat and walk around with an umbrella over his soldier pretending he was in a war any on guard duty.

He was a tall thin boy, but not as tall as Wendy (but that was only because she was three years older than him) and he had short black hair and pale skin. He wore glasses, but he only needed them for reading but seeing as though he read a lot he kept them on.

"Maybe, it depends if your parents are going out tonight." replied Wendy.

"Daddy said that they were going to a 'grown up party' so that means you should be coming over." Michael said excitedly.

"Mmm." Wendy was only half listening. The boys began telling Wendy about their days and just said "Oh really, cool" or "He said that" whenever they stopped talking so she could give her opinion. Sometimes when they said something bad she would gasp or say "Oh no".

This went on for a little while until she saw the boy's bus stop coming up.

"Boys," she said "your bus stops coming up. You don't want to miss it... again."

The boys gave a little giggle before getting up and grabbing their bags.

"Bye Wendy" they both said before moving to the front of the bus. Once the bus had stopped and the doors opened they hopped down the steps to get off the bus. Once they were out they waved joyful to Wendy and she returned the wave with a brief smile.

Once she saw her stop coming up she put her IPod back into her ears, turned down the volume, let the music play, picked up her bag and walked to the front of the bus. As she was walking she felt a hand grab her wrist to get her attention. Wendy rolled her eyes and sighed before turning around to see who the wrist belonged to.

It was Wendy's so called 'friend', Sandy Gilliam. Her first name described her perfectly for she had sandy-blonde hair with deep blue eyes that reminded anyone of the ocean on a sunny day.

"Listen, Wendy, I'm sorry about what happened at lunch today..." Sandy began, but Wendy yanked her arm out of Sandy's grasp before she could continue.

"Piss off Sandy. I don't care, you weren't there for me and that's that." Wendy had said in a cold voice. She could feel the anger rising inside her and knew that her face would turn red soon. She was so angry at her 'friends' that she could scream.

Sandy didn't try to continue, so Wendy just turned around again and started walking to the front of the bus. She waited until the bus halted to a stop before muttering thanks to the bus driver and hopped of the bus.

Wendy walked home in silence, barely listening to the music she was listening to. When she finally reached her front door she grabbed her key out of her bag and unlocked the front door to find that her parents were arguing again. It was normal in this household. Her parents were dysfunctional together and would argue all the time and although they thought she didn't know, she knew they were getting a divorce soon, and that she would be going to live with the Ford's for a while.

Wendy walked into the kitchen, which was where the two adults were arguing, dropped her bag, grabbed an apple and a small packet of chips and left again.

"Hi sweetie." Said Mrs. Ford to Wendy in a gentle tone but giving her husband a look that said 'We'll talk about this later' as to not let their daughter know what was going on.

"Hi" Wendy replied quietly, trying to avoid any conversation between the three of them.

"How was school?" Asked Mr. Ford gruffly, not really caring but wanting to show that everything was alright.

"Fine," Wendy replied shortly "listen, I'm tired, I'm going up to my room." She said not really caring about what ever they thought she just wanted to get out of the room.

She left the room and ran up the staircase to her room and locked herself in there. She went to her bed and sat on it and that is where she stayed, not looking at anything in particular, just staring into space and thinking.

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