((PS I DO NOT own this photo.))
Story line.
My name is Natalie Cornain and I just turned 17. My life had
been like any other; I was born and raised in the city. I have one older
brother named Jeremy, Who is four years older than me. A mother and Father, who
I couldn’t love more. They were always there for me and never left me alone. My
best friend, Lacy Grace, was always by my side. We seemed to always be
together, and never went a day without contact it seemed. Yes, my life couldn’t
be happier. But…the day I turned 17, my life took a turn for the worst. On the
morning of my birthday, January 20th, I stepped into my high school
classroom for no, not a birthday surprise, but more like a nightmare. That
morning, I woke up with excitement, hoping to make this a great day. I rushed
to school, which wasn’t far from home, and made it earlier than normal. And
there, in the classroom was my best friend, Lacy, and 4 other girls from our
class. Those where the 4 girls who had been tormenting me sense I entered high
school. Well, mostly everyone tormented me, except for Lacy that is. They were
huddled around my desk. I heard something come out of my best friend’s mouth.
“Uhg, this pig will never learn! Why does she still think after all these years
that were still friends?” I watched her and the other girls around the desk
together and listening in closely. “So how will we get the teachers to find it
huh?” asked one girl. “I have a plan for that.” Said another. After downright
harsh comments spoken about me, the girls leave for the bathroom. Once they do,
I make my way to my desk. Inside, they had hidden different types of drugs.
Most that I didn’t even know of. Of cores, I didn’t really know what to do
about it, so I skipped class for the day.
This became a big mistake. Turns out I didn’t have to be there to get in
trouble for something like that. My teacher went right to our house that
afternoon and raised cow at my parents for raising me this way. Or, so I heard.
I wasn’t there. I was in quite a brawl with my brother over the phone. “Why did
you leave?! It’s just a silly fight right?!” I screamed louder than I have in a
while at him. “No Nat, not this time. I can’t take it anymore! I’m sorry.” Why
did my big brother leave so easily? While I was away at school, well, skipping
classes. My parents got in quite a fight with my big brother. I don’t even know
what it was about, what I heard there was actually fist fighting involved. I
don’t know where he went, or anything, I just know that he won’t answer when I
try to call him back. I stayed out all night that night. Not really doing
anything, just sitting on sidewalk benches, and walking through the shopping
center, things like that. I made up my mind to head home. By then it was
already 4 in the morning, yet I wasn’t even tired. I took a bus back to my
house, and got off were I normally do. I prepared myself for quite the scolding
from my dad after this, but it was ok I guess. I just wanted everything to
stop. And it did…I can’t say in much detail, but that night could never have
changed me more. You know, you never think about it but, it could happen to you
too. Those stories in the paper about people dying, being killed by another.
Maybe not you personally, but maybe…your family. I found my parents, sprawled
out across our front pouch. Dead and bleeping. The worst time I have ever been
sick was back in middle school, when I caught the worst stomach virus. Compared
to then, I threw up 5 times more. I don’t remember it, but apparently I
screamed. It woke the Nabors and they called 911 after rushing to see what was
going on. All I remember was waking up in the hospital. I attended their
funeral, but I couldn’t seem to cry. I couldn’t feel anything, and can’t tell
you why, because I myself have no idea. I heard the police say they still don’t
know who did it, and apparently there aren’t any good clues that were left. The
police couldn’t contact my brother because he was already trying not to be
found. I heard somewhere that he left the state. Some might think my brother
did it, but I don’t think so at all. My Aunt and uncle are my only relatives
left if you can believe it. They have no kids, and I have no grandparents
anymore. My mother had no siblings. This was my father’s brother and his wife.
I went to stay with them, not hopeing for anything. They seemed nice at first,
but I began to wonder if they were alright in the head. It sometimes seemed as
though they forgot I lived with them. That or, they did it on purpose, because
when they moved away they left a note on the door saying to take care of myself
and here is 50 bucks. I had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. Yet, I still
clung to my little bit of hope that my father always said that there was. “No
matter what, there is always some kind of hope, you just have to find it.” He
used to say. Luckily, I got a nighttime job at a gas station. I really hated
it, but what else could I do at this point.
((in this story a man saves her and brings her to stay with
him and his two “friends”. Long story short, the guy owns a bar. One of his workers
is an ex gang leader the other an ex pro gambler. Together they run the most
popular bar in the city and work together to find the girl’s parents killer. Lots
of cool stuff happened. This is just this JIST.))
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