Tricked

Chapter 1: The Move

"I dont want to move again." I whined to my mother whom never seemed to hear a word I said. "I dont care what you want we are leaving this house. I cant stand it here anymore." She replied coldly. "But mom I just started making friends in this neighborhood. If we move now they will stop talking to me and I will, once again, be alone at school." This was the third time we had moved in the last two years. WHACK! She had reached out and smacked me with the back of her hand busting my lip open. "Your so selfish cant you think of me for once. I cant stay here after what Chris did to me." She starts to form tears in her eyes. It's all fake she wants me to feel sorry for her and if I dont at least pretend she will beat me. "I'm sorry mom." I say slipping my bleeding lip into my mouth trying to hide the blood. "Your right. I'll go pack up my room." I turned and walked away trying to hide the tears that threatened to break the through. I won't cry. If I do she has won. I go and start packing my things and saying goodbye to this room that has become home to me.

Two days later we are driving to our "new home" (yeah right for how long) it's a tiny two bedroom apartment in an itty bitty town called Laurie. I walk in and start trying to find my clothes. Today is Wednesday and I want to go to church. I find something that is simi appropriate. A t-shirt that's blue and loose fitting made of a heavy material and a pair of faded blue jeans with a black zip up hoodie. It's mid August and still warm outside but I always wear a hoodie these days. It hide the marks both self inflicted and from my abusive mother. Then I make my way for the door. "Where are you going." My mother says looking at me from the couch. She has a joint in her hand and one of her "friends" is sitting there in the living room. "Its Wednesday" I reply keeping my eyes on the door. "There is a church not to far from here. I'm gonna go to AWANAS. It's just through the park, maybe a five minute walk." I pause waiting for her answer. "Okay have fun". She says sickeningly sweet. She always acts like she cares when there is company. She tries to be "the good mom" when people are watching. It's all an act. She couldn't care less. I walk out the door and down the drive towards Laurie City Park. I was right the church was about a five minute walk. I get there and have to wait in line. They want us to check in. I get to the table and look at the lady sitting there she is bigger, pear shaped, with short auburn hair and glasses she smiles at me warmly as I fidget with the sleeves of my jacket. "Well hi there!" She chirps in an overly cheery voice "you're new. What's your name and I'll get you set up with a t-shirt and booklet for classes." She pauses waiting for me to answer. "My name is Amanda and I prefer a large shirt please." I say as I take a look around. They are having children's church in the basement which is cool. There are a bunch of tables lined up. The plastic fold out kind and they have a kitchen area where they are serving dinner. She hands me the shirt and AWANAS work book. I mumble my thanks keeping my head down as I head over to the counter dividing the kitchen and the rest of the basement and start making a plate when I hear a super high pitched squeal behind me. I turn and see this gorgeous girl definitely someone who wouldn't be caught talking to me. She was thin with blond hair about shoulder length and a bra size I would have killed for. She was wearing a cool grungy black crop top with a white tank under it, ripped jeans that fit her perfectly. I was already super jealous of the way she looked when I look up to her eyes. They were blue almost white and she was looking right at me. I started getting nervous and blushed. She had caught me checking her out. I'm not gay by any means but I can appreciate a fellow females looks. I turned back around and she came running up behind me tapping me on the shoulder. "Hey new girl." Her voice was sweet but it made me flinch like I said she wasn't the type of girl that would talk to me and be nice I just knew it. "What's your name I'm Lynn. Can we be friends?" I turned around and smiled might as well pretend she will change her mind later they always do. "Sure. My name is Amanda." I stuck out my hand and she shoved it away pulling me in for a hug and squealing again.