Hi I'm Vixen and this is the story of my life or more rather my death, I was told by my therapist to write in a journal. She said it might help but where do I start. I'll just start at the beginning all the way back to 2012. 

November 27 2012

I woke up to the screeching of my alarm clock the sun had just risen and was casting a shadow of my cat through the window, I was shivering as the heater had gone out again as it often did during the winter. After getting dressed I left my room entering our small living room, On the couch was my father which was odd as normally he would be in the room with my mom, Did he fall asleep while watching TV last night? Leaving out the front door I shut it silently so I wouldn't wake dad up. He worked as a over the road trucker and rarely slept so I didn't want to wake him.

Walking to the bus stop I was greeted by Cameron Birch one of my best-friends, One of my only friends now that I think about it. 

"Hey Vixen have you seen Tigger he got out again, My mom couldn't find him last night" Cameron asked with out to much worry in his voice. Tigger was a very large dog after all and not many animals would want t pick a fight with him being a English mastiff pit mix that is. 

"umm no haven't seen him around and my dogs have been real quite so doubt he's been around my house, probably ran off to cow fields next the trailer park again he like's playing with the dogs over there so" I replied confidently as thats where Tigger ran off to most of the time. 

The bus began to pull up Mr. Carl was the driver as usual. One by One we each got onto the bus. taking my seat I noticed my little sister rushing out the front door to get to the bus quickly. This was unusual as she was normally up be for I was. As she rushed onto the bus Mr.Carl spoke.

"your late Cat, Is that a bruise what happened?" Mr.Carl's voice sounded worried.

My sister suddenly stopped and turned toward Mr.Carl "oh umm, nothing I.. I uh.. I tripped" she quickly turned and found a seat by herself after speaking. 

"Alright but, ya go see the nurse when we get there alright" Closing the door Mr.Carl began driving toward the school.

Tuesday Nov 27th 7:30 AM

Once we Arrived I could see Gabe waiting, It been a week since him and his friends jumped me. What was he waiting for. Was it me? I began to shake scared of what waited for me off the bus. Soon the Bus stopped and the doors opened, Each student Suddenly stud up and exited the bus, I was still sitting and shaking in fear.

Just then the Kind voice of Mr.Carl Erupted from the silence "Hey uh Vixen You alright there, Look like ya gunna pass out" 

"Yeah I.. Im Okay, I should get going" I slowly stood up and inched toward the door. To my surprise Gabe was gone. The junior year high schooler that commonly tortured me during my middle school recess was gone. I sighed in relief and got of the bus and headed toward the cafeteria. I sat A few of my friends Cameron, Nick, Zack and Shyanne.

This is the first piece of the book it is currently being edited.