Warning: This is a little about y/n's past, it's kinda dark. So if you can't handle, you can pass. It won't affect the story.

I and Rachel Gardner are family. Well actually not a family, just have the same father. I am a mistake of Rachell's father and random woman when they got drunk. Such a misfortune! He left us, right, I knew from the beginning that he would leave us. For one moment, I had loved him, I wished to have a father, whom would love me, hug me when I cry, care for me....be there for me. I was given birth without a father's warmth embrace.

When I have grown up, I knew about his own family and Rachel. What do you expect me to feel?

I felt anger, I feel hatred and pity. I pitied myself for my broken family, my broken emotion. Why did he choose them over us? But as far as I learn about them, I can see that they are no different. That's not a family I wish to be, so cold inside....Every day, I could hear argument, fighting, flying things.... the argument between a man, who is "my father" and his other wife on the other side of the door.

I laughed inside, but at the same time pitied her daughter, whose name is Rachel. I saw her sometime on the stress, alone with that face. Oh~ how I loved her face. It showed no emotion, like I did. Yes, I love my mother, but I don't appreciate this fucking life they had given to me. Gray, gray is all I see.

I want more, more than this, something thrilling, some thing can make my blood boils from excitement. And I see that God have heard my words.

So now, I am here.

End chap 1.

Hope you all enjoy my first book. This is the first time I have written something like this, I will try to read all ccomments so plz be gentle. Thank u! You can comment if I should continuous or not.