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Life. Yeah we all have one, or is supposed to. Some are good some are bad and some, Well some are the unexplainable.

Mine? Well some people say its pretty good. But thats because i hide the scars and the bruises, and all my pain together.If people looked at my life from my view, you'd think differenttly then saying its good. UNEXPLAINABLE. But only i can explain it.

Yeah. I know im not the only one, but it feels that way.


Okay well, mi name to start with is Abercrombie. Abercrombie Casey. Yeah, i know a weird name.It was my mothers idea. Yet when i think about it i like it.IM 16 years old and in 11th gradeMy mother passed away when i was six. She died in the hospital fighting for her life. She had cancer. My dad? He's well someone very hard to talk about. He's a literal crack head, and a drunkie. He blamed me for my mothers death. Shortly after my mtoher's funeral he began abusing me. Sexually and Physically.On my 16th birthday the neighbors heard me screaming and called the police or arrived shortly after. They found my father sitting on the floor in his bedroom drinking. They found me on the bathroom floor. Blood everywhere and me beaten halfway dead. My father was taken to prison. I was taken to the hospital where i stayed there for 3 months. Now I have to move in with my older sister, Chantelle 23.


So this is Where mi story begins. On the airplane to a state called Alabama. Then to a little no where town, Excel. Here we go.....



*:* "Always Been A Miss Nobody" *:*


I walk slowly into the noisy airport. Not looking back. Now now and not ever.

I walk up to a woman at the door.

"Hello. Im Abercrombie Casey.Um this is my first time flying and im uh going to Alabama" i said shyly putting on one of the fakest smiles i could.
"Oh Hi. Beautiful name" she said with a southern accient.


She wore a navy blue top and black dress pants with heels that I would break my neck in.

"Thanks" i said my smile faded.

I handed her my passport and ticket. She checked it and handed it back. Shen pointed to a pair of black double doors at the end of the room. I nodded and ran all the way to the black doors and through them. I started down a narrow hallway and out the doors. I walked up to the line of people getting onto the plane. There was an escalator leading up to the plane and they only let one person at a time. The line moved pretty quick, which meant the escalator was pretty fast. Soon it was my turn.


I gulped once and steped onto the escalator. No matter how many times i've climbed tree's or snuck out onto the roof, I'm still afraid of heights. Ya know the,may never happen, possibily of tripping and falling off.


I traveled up up and up until i reached plane and i exhaled. The man at the door took my luggage and stored it.


I looked throught the rows of seats from A's to B's to D's and i soon got to the last rows of D's.

D16!


There was nobody sitting there so I took the window seat. This is my first time flying and Im kind of nervous. Can't you tell? I fidget with my fingers in my lap as I stare out the window wondering of the possibilities of who will be sitting with me.


"Humph. Just mi luck" A ,smooth yet cute husky, voice says behind me.


I look to mi left to see a guy about mi age with shaggy black hair. He put on a sly smile and sat down.

I was so stunned I turned back to the window to hide mi blushing.

"Don't wanna talk, eh? Well looks like it will be a quiet boring ride home for me." he said with a sigh.

Mi blush faded and I turned mi head around toward him.

"So, You live in Alabama?" i asked mi voice parents are uh seperated" he said
"Oh. I'm uh moving in with mi older sister in...uh Excel" i said sighing.
"Oh. why?" he asked smiling.
"Oh...uh..umm" i turned back to the window and wiped a tear away.
"Oh sorry" -pause- "Well i live in Excel. I could probably show you around" He said with a sly hopeful smile.


Should i trust him? He looks harmless. He also looks like a pretty good guy.

"Umm Sure. I guess" i said.


I turned back to face him and his smile grew wider.

"Im Peyton" he said and held out his hand.
"Uh. Abercrombie" i shook his hand and smiled weakly.
"Pretty name. Its different. Unique."he said.
"Thanks. Ill be sure to thank my mom one day" i said and my smile faded a bit.
"huh? oh nevermine. None of mi business" he said.


I gave him one last smile. I pulled out mi notebook and started writing as the plane took off finally.