1. Isabella's POV.
2. So, it's a new year at school, and my best and only friend is waiting for me. "Hey." she says to me cheerily. "How can you be so cheery?" I grumped. "We're going to a new school. Ugh, and its too early to be that way." She rolled her eyes. "Who pissed in your cornflakes?" she said in the same tone as I used on her. " Who do you think? The Wicked Witch and The Devil," I said, referring to my foster parents, Marsha and Bill Woodley.

1. "Should've guessed." said Melony. "Look, we're here!" she said as our school came into view. "Yay." I said sarcastically. "Aww, c'mon." says Melony, gripping my wrist, practically dragging me towards school. I smacked her hand. "Let go!" I hissed. She looked pretty hurt, but then, back to her jolly self in an instant. "Ooh, look!" she said excitedly. Melony was pointing to a curly-haired boy with bright green eyes and perfect dimples. "Yeah, and look who is holding his hand." I said grumpily, pointing to a snobby-looking girl. "Let's go, idiot." I said trudging through the crowd to the main doors.

1. Melony was trailing behind, saying "Oops" and "Excuse me" and "Sorry" to everyone that she bumped into. Urgh, it takes forever for her.

The school day ended, and like this morning, Melony and I walked home together. "Wow, what a day. I love the school," she said dreamily. "Yeah, what a day!" I said enthusiastically. "I hated it."

1. I got home, to see Bill and Marsha sitting at the dining table. "We're hungry." said Marsha. "So?" I said back. Marsha shot me a death glare. "So, go cook us some food!" Bill bellowed.

1. I hurried into the kitchen and cooked them the simplest thing that came to mind —— Spaghetti. I served them quietly. I ran into my room, turning on my television. "Ahh, Spongebob." I heard some rustles, and I looked down. It was my hamster. My only other friend.

1. Speaking of friends, I made none today. I was pretty much a jerk to anyone who talked to me. In my defense, I've had all this hate built up for years, since my parents had abandoned me. And the hate grew and grew each day with the Woodley's. No matter how much I yelled at anyone.

1. I'm pretty sure the only reason they adopted me was so I could be their maid/servant.

1. Speaking of them, I heard them yelling for me. "What did I do?" I said, once I had reached the bottom step.

1. They both stared at me like I was dumb. Which, they already thought I was.

1. "You messed up the spaghetti!" Bill said, and that was the last thing I heard before he bashed me in the head with his plate.

1. And that's the last thing I remember before everything went black.

Notes

Hiya! First chapter, it'll get better! I hope. o.o Anyway, sorry if there isn't any spaces—I'll figure it out. This is my first story. Tell me what ya think? :)