General POV

Sam Puckett curled up in the backseat of the car as the harsh rain hit the windows. Her teary eyes stared intently at the black battered phone in her hand. Her knees pressed against her chest while her free hand gripped her ankle. It's hard not to cry when you're heading back to hell. Now that summer break was over it was time to head back home.

Sam's POV

My room. That's the only thing I've missed. I empty my case on the floor, and kick all the clothes over to near my drawers. Who needs it to be clean anyway? I grab my laptop from under my bed and turn my stereo on full blast. I could do homework for tomorrow, but what's the point in that. Everyone knows I'm going to fail at school anyway. I fail at everything.

"Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out-of-place? Like somehow you just don't belong, and no one understand you. Do you ever wanna run-" I hit the alarm and roll over to get back to sleep. Who cares about school? No one will even notice if I don't go. They wouldn't notice if I never went ever again. Just when I'm falling back to sleep someone knocks at the door.

"Get out of bed Sam! You have 10 minutes to get out of my house!" My mothers drunken voice yells through the door. "And I don't wanna see you back until you've got me something to drink. I'm out of cans"

That's all I'm useful for. Shoplifting. Everyone thinks I love being some rebel. They treat me like one of the guys, and they think I'm okay with it. When will they realize I'm not? I don't like being referred to like that.

Authors Note: So this is my first story on fanfic and this is basically the prologue. It's will get more interesting, and I will bring other characters in soon. Please review if you think it's terrible leave constructive criticism, not just hate. Thanks for reading. - Megan :)