..: Introduction :..

Chris POV

It’s not strange that I’m a loner. Look at the way I dress! In their eyes I could replace the gray, long-sleeve shirt and dull, blue overalls with rags and there’d be no difference. ‘They’ are the kids at my school, by the way. The long-sleeve was a hand me down that barely covered my elbows and the overalls had too many rips to count.

Oh, and how could I forget? The glasses.

It’s not my fault I’m near-sighted. Then again, it’s my fault I’m poor either, but nobody seems to consider that. I only have two sets of clothes and they look exactly the same. Yep, you guessed it. The overalls and long-sleeves.

Don’t think I actually like my wardrobe, if you can even something so pitiful a wardrobe. I loathe the horrid, pathetic excuses for clothes.

My little brother, Ted, isn’t any better off. He’s only a year younger, but mom can’t afford to even send him to school. It’s a wonder she has enough money to give just me an education. I suppose I should feel grateful?

But I’m not.

I guess that’s just the way I am. Cold. It’s my bastard of a father’s fault. He beat us everyday. I remember it so clearly. And then he left.

Oh, I nearly forgot…I’m Chris Falconer, the ultimate “geek” at Redwood Junior High. I’m only in 7th grade and I’m already defying the status quo. Is there something wrong with me? Stupid question.

I have a messed up family. Remember the hand me downs? Well, I have an older brother as well…correction: Had. He died in a car accident a year ago. Drunk driving. One of the reasons I hate my clothes. The idiot wore them.

To be honest, my brother wasn’t that bad. In fact, he’s probably the best one in the family. Still, just thinking about how he died reminds me of The Ice King. That’s the nickname my father got from the members of his gang. Yeah, he was in a gang and he was even the leader. Definitely doesn’t do much to boost up my popularity though.

I hope he gets shot. Too bad I won’t be able to see it when it happens.

Was that cold or what? Get used to it, ‘cuz there’s more coming. I suppose I should start from the beginning?

Sarah, my mother, was a country girl and Tim, otherwise known as The Ice King, was the badass player that she fell head over heels in love with. I hate her for it. If she hadn’t been such a naïve little girl I wouldn’t have to be alive. Anyways, back to the story.

Tim couldn’t help noticing the attention he was getting from the pretty, little redhead and decided to corrupt her. And the sad part was that Sarah, who was only 16 years old then, fell for his angelic act. He masked his appearance and instead of the drinking, smoking bastard that he was, all she could see was a sweet, romantic church boy that had fallen in love with her as well.

Church boy my ass.

He did all sorts of things for her, so she ignored the warnings of her friends and family. Finally, Tim was tired of waiting and decided one night, that it was about time he enjoyed the fruits of his labors. He took Sarah into a dark alley and took her virginity, tainted her and stole her innocence.

And Sarah? She went along with it and enjoyed it, despite how harshly he’d slammed into her and ignored the tears that pricked her eyes. But Tim was done with her and no longer cared about what happened to her.

Sarah, however, was still persistently clinging to him and asking for his love, so he continued to take pleasure in using her until he grew bored. The idiot girl didn’t even know what was going on until he finally dumped her…what he didn’t know, though, was that she was pregnant.

A few years later Sarah came back to him with a baby boy who she’d named Conner. The baby boy was my brother. She asked him to give her commitment, but when he refused and turned his back on her, she had no choice but to resort to threats. She said she would file a lawsuit against him, claiming he’d raped her. Tim was, of course, amazed at her nerve and too stupid to realize that she didn't have any evidence. He didn’t expect her to actually have a brain, something he lacked.

In the end he finally agreed to take care of her and the baby. Sarah was content, although slightly guilty about forcing him into it, but as long as she had him by her side, she was happy.

Tim instantly regretted his decision and loathed the idea of settling down. He grew even angrier when Sarah demanded he give up his hobby of one-night stands and immediately refused. He claimed that at 20, he was in his golden age and that she should stop pestering him to settle down.

But Sarah wouldn’t give up and continued to nag him about his ways until finally one day Tim blew up in her face. He beat her until she fell unconscious and then threw her body in the back of his broken-down truck. Without even a twinge of guilt, he went to a bar and brought home another slut to entertain himself.

Conner was only 3 then and far too young to do anything, so he merely stayed by his mother’s side and cried. After the slut left, Tim went back outside to the van, so he could ‘shut the brat up.’ He did it, too, by simply slamming the poor boy’s head against the side of the van. I don’t enough know how they survived, but their lives continued that way.

Conner was forced to get a job as soon as he turned 10 and Sarah and Tim had me. I couldn’t understand why Mom would let him touch her again. Wasn’t she in enough pain?

No. It wasn’t enough for her. She was still in love with him, even after the ways he’d treated her.

To make a long story short, he’d betrayed her and she’d stayed with him anyways. In the end, he was the one who ended up leaving her because he didn’t want to deal with a third child. Before that, he beat us whenever he was angry and got drunk whenever he had enough money to. I was so happy the day he left. He doesn’t deserve mom.

So that’s the reason for my pain. A stupid mistake is the cause of my suffering. But hey, I’m learning to get used to it.

Besides…

It can’t possibly get any worse, can it?

xXx

Mia POV

I love my life. I have everything I could ever want. Well, except for a boyfriend with a hot bod, but I’m still working on that. There isn’t really anyone I’m interested in right now. If there were, he’d be mine.

I know I sound pretty cocky, but it’s true. I’m average height, have the perfect body and strawberry blonde hair to frame my perfectly shaped face. Plus, I’ve got a perfect complexion, the perfect parents, a perfect sister who always listens to me and gives me advice (not that I usually need it…but still…), and the perfect room.

I’ve pretty much got perfect everything, now that I think about it.

I’m rich, popular, and beautiful, my parents give me anything I want to have. There’s nobody in this world luckier then I am. What more could I want?

Life is definitely good and I wouldn’t trade with anyone. Not even a Victoria secret’s model. Hell, maybe I’ll become one some day. You never know.

Oh and school’s starting in a few days!! I’m so excited! Mom promised to go shopping with me on Sunday, so I’d have a whole new set of clothes the day before school. I can’t wait!

xXx

Doesn't she sound so spoiled? I hope so. I was trying to give her that effect.