As the book hits my head, I wonder what it would be like with a family. You know, a good one. Not one like mine.  If they even COUNT as family. Or humans.......

 I feel something fall to the ground. A bloody tooth. Luckily, its a baby tooth, like all the others that get knocked out, which is rare. Oddly enough, my baby teeth never fall out. They're always knocked out. And my few permanent teeth? Strong as..strong stuff, I guess.

Suddenly, all the voice I tuned out kick in.

"YOU UGLY BI*** YOU FU***NG ARE AN A***OLE YOURE NOTHING BUT A WASTE OF SPACE!!!!"(im Catholic and its against our religion to swear. Christie knows about God, but can't really go to church or anything thanks to Mam)

She's right. I'm useless. But its not like I care.......about my life, at least. Maybe I should explain. The person screaming at me is my mom. Apparently. I call her Mam, like how Ada does in "The War that saved my Life"(Its a good book.)Why? Cause she's just as bad. Except I don't have a clubfoot. At least Ada and Jamie got away. I can't. To be honest, I don't think she's my biological mom. For instance, she looks like this-

What Christie's Mam looks like

(if this is someone famous I'll change it.)

Me though? I've got short dark brown hair, with medium light brown skin that contrasts with my white t-shirt and shorts. The only thing about me thats not brown other than my teeth, lips and other things that don't vary color are my eyes. They're usually about a medium light blue most of the time, but according to Mike, when I'm raging, bull angry, they turn into a "crystal clear light aqua blue".  His words exactly. Guess its noticeable because my eyes are normally opened somewhat larger than a normal human.

Whatever. Too much mind thinking. I clench my teeth together in an effort to keep the blood from flowing in the spot where my tooth used to be. " Yeah, well maybe if you weren't such a brat and actually TAUGHT me how to wash my dishes to YOUR preferences, maybe we wouldn't be like this!" I grumble, motioning around the pathetic excuse for a house. Its literally just a one-room home with a sink, fridge, stove that needs wood, and toilet hidden by hung-up blankets. THAT ARE PRACTICALLY SEE-THROUGH! I wouldn't mind it if my Mam kept her pervert eyes away.....

"WELL GET TO SCHOOL BI***!!!" I don't need persuasion, even if the school wont let kids in fo another hour, which means standing outside in the freezing coldness alone, not to mention I'm starving . Luckily, there's another option.

I dash out the door as quick as I can, happy to escape. Once I'm far away enough(known as down Alcott street, skip Thorne Avenue, and at the Morton Park), I jog down Hewitt Street to a light blue house. I stop and stare at the empty driveway for a second, before heading toward downtown. The light blue house, fyi, belongs to who I think is a friend, Mike Guirra. He's kinda the only one who is nice to me, and not nice to every single person, like Halley Comet. Btw, Comet is her middle name. Whatever though, back to Mike. He's nice and all, but.....

I still don't trust him.

In case you didn't know even though its kinda obvious, I have trust issues. If you're 9, and your supposed mom slaps you even though she said she wouldn't just to prove she is "nice" then you have trust issues.

Finally, I reach my destination, Gamer's Needs, which is just a shop filled with "provisions"(snacks and drinks) and games, and items and just so much more. Its run by Bill( my fill in thingy says Nye, Cosby, Gates and Cipher. Wow.) Adams, who always lowers the price for me, which is the only reason I'm buying breakfast here, which is just some chips and water. "Thanks Bill Nye!" I yell as I speed out the doors. Usually, because his name usually has interesting last names, I use one(next time he shall be Bill Cipher. AXOLOTLMYTIMEHASCOMETOBURNMAYIINVOKETHEANCIENTPOWERTHATIMAYRETURN)

Once I'm a block away from GN, I check my watch, a gift from Mike, still have ten minutes. I decide to walk to school, eating my "breakfast" while wishing for a better life. One that doesn't involve abuse, or insults, one where if I mess up, it's considered a mistake or accident, not a failure. One....

Where I'm happy.

I finally reach my school, where kids are already being dropped off. Many with loving kisses and hugs. I've never had one before. Wonder what it's like...

Each class had a certain line where you have to line up at. Already, many popular kids are grouped together, watching as one of their own keeps falling down on purpose. They think it's hilarious. Not me. But would they care? Probably not. Especially Beverly, who's walking over to me this second. Oh no.......

Author's note

This book will probably have slow updates