Hence I have decided to discontinue Everyuth, I will be starting something that I've been thinking of for a long time now. The whole ordeal with PMing me If you have any comments. I may set up a thread so we could discuss as a group.

The setting of the story takes place just after a sixteen-year-old's father passes away, in the June of 1994. Her name is Jamie Karma House, her mother left when she was two, and I have stated here father's passing. Because she isn't old enough to care for herself correctly; she has to move in with her, very religious, grandparents. They find women wearing pants disrespectful, short hair is a no, and boxing? Better luck next time. But she gets to keep her dad's old ford, his CD collection, and grape soda.

One

By the time I got to their house I had cried my tears. I've never really liked my mother's parents. They had always been stuffy- Getting angry at how I had my hair cut, or what I dressed in. They had hated anything that even showed the shape of the leg.

"Two years, Jamie, you can do it." , I whispered to myself. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, I got out of the old rusty ford. For it being June it was chilly. The forest around me creaked as I went to fetch my duffle bags. My grandfather's old dog, Jax, barked rounding the corner of the house, welcoming me. I smiled, shutting the trunk. The old bloodhound leapt up and down in front of me.

"Hey boy." , I whi, leaning down to let him. "You must be ha I'm living here, huh?". And slobbered all over my hand before turning towards the house. I grabbed my bags, making my way towards the door. Not wanting to deal with an angry grandmother. I set my bags into a lift to my room in the attic. Jax whined as I descended up the ladder.

"Why Mother's parents? Why not Dad's?" , I growled to myself as I pulled myself into the bedroom. I whistled for Jax to pay down on the pilot system. The dog layed inbetween the two bags as I began to pull. This will be a workout. Jax leapt into the room when he was close enough, making it easier for me.

"Hey, hold this for me please." , I whispered, handing him the rope. Jax looked confused at first but took it. Quickly I snatched the bags, before he let go. "Thank you." .

I turned on the lamp, making my way to the dresser. I yawned, plopping the bags next to the dresser. I couldn't help but lay down on my bags. I had tuckered myself when I was crying. And I did have school the next day. Jax grumbled, laying next to me as I fell asleep.