Chapter 1

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JUSTICE

"Come in Justice, you have to get up." The voice of my Auntie booms through out my room. I groan, leaning up. "There we go sweetie, now breakfast is downstairs so come and get it." She smiles at me then walks out of my room.

I get up, staring at my room full of boxes. We just moved to New Jersey since my Auntie got a new job here. My mother died when I was 14, and my father left us when I was 15.

I get up, going to my wardrobe and picking out an outfit. I put on an army-green hoodie, black jeans and some green converse. I apply a light bit of makeup, then straighten my hair. My hair is naturally straight but I had it in curls the night before.

I walk into my new school, immediately being greeted by the office lady.

"Hello darling, I'm Miss. Whitney. How could I help you?" She smiled, her bright pink lipstick staining her teeth.

"Hi, I'm new here." I smiled back, "Please could I have my schedule."

"Of course, name?"

"Justice Miles."

"Right here." She hands me the white paper.

"Have a nice day." I say to her, walking into the school halls. I'm suddenly pushed into the lockers by a boy.

I look up to see a boy with long, brown hair smirking at me.

I get up, glaring at him. "And that was for?" I ask.

"You, slut." He laughs at me then runs to his mates. The all laugh at me, I just roll my eyes.

"Hey." Some girl comes up to me.

"Hi." I say.

"I'm sorry about them, they're dickheads. What's your name?"

"Justice."

"I like it. I'm Lena." She shakes my hand, "want me to help you find your locker?"

"Please." I smile at her.

She nods, looking at my paper. "373." She says.

I follow her to where she's taking me, then we stop.

"Here." She points to the locker.

I thank her then open it, changing the pin. "Yeah, this schools pretty cool. You can change your locker pin."

I laugh a little, I changed the pin to the date my mother died.

"Looks like your pins a date, what date?" She looks at me.

"The day my mother died." I look down, a lump forming in my throat.

"I'm sorry, Justice. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's cool," I shrug it off, suddenly the bell rings.

"What do you have first?"

"English." I say to her.

"Same." She smiles.

"Don't you have to go to your locker?" I ask her.

"Yup." She opens the locker next to mine.

I chuckle, "come on." She grabs my hand, taking me to class.

Lunch quickly arrived, students piled into the cafeteria.

Me and Lena sit at a table near the back, just having our own little conversation.

Suddenly, I feel a burning hit sensation go down my back. I get up, screaming.

I turn around, seeing 5 boys laughing.

Lena gets up, "WHAT THE FUCK?" She yells.

My eyes start to water, since my backs burning. I scream even more, it's fucking painful.

"You okay there?" The boys smirk at us. Right now, the whole school is looking at us.

"You fucking dicks." I snap at them, the boy who pushed me into the lockers is smirking at me.

"I'll wipe that disgusting smirk right off your face." I hiss, slapping his face, since he's the one who poured this hot substance down my back.

He holds his cheek, glaring at me.

"Fuck you." I snap at him, running out of the cafeteria.

Lena follows me to the bathroom, as I make sure no ones in.

"A-are you okay?" She asks.

"Nope." I saw quickly, I'm in tears, taking my shirt off.

I look at my back in the mirror, it's got a big burn down the back.

"Fuck fuck fuck." I panic.

Another girl comes into the bathroom, "Lena, is she okay?"

"No, her backs burnt." Lena says to her.

She looks at me through the mirror, and smiles.

"Hey sorry, um i am Lena's friend, Angel."

"Hi Angel, I would love to talk but my backs burning so bad so I might not operate to you." I pace around the bathroom, trying to breath as the burning feeling keeps throbbing.

Suddenly, I start to breath heavy. I slowly fall down, my knees crashing to the ground.

"Justice?" I hear, "Justice!" The voice gets louder.

I feel my self being shamed, then everything goes black.

So I've decided to start a new story because the Instagram one moves slow and I wanted to right more lol.

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