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Amanda feel to the floor, smacking her face hard causing her nose to bleed. She leaned on her arms and looked behind her to her assaulter. Jessica Pozza. She was the most popular, most beautiful, most spoiled, richest and meanest person in school. Head cheerleader and student body president she basically ran the school, with her two cronies Harriet and Roxi. Amanda on the other hand was just an unpopular nerd who tries to survive high school.

The year is 2012, and this is the story of how Amanda life changed in just a seconds, and a lot of other stories about her afterward.

“I don’t know why you need me to do your english homework, all I can do is math and shop.” Amanda said to Jessica, as she got into a sitting position.

“I don’t need you to do my english homework, I want you to. And if you don’t I’ll make sure you end up like my little brother.” Jessica said to Amanda, as she grinned at her evilly. The little brother thing comes from a rumor, and it goes like this: Jessica had to babysit her baby brother, but she didn’t like it, so she got her dad, who is rumored to be the head of the local crime family, to kill the 2 year old boy. It was never confirmed or not but she likes to use it to her advantage.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Amanda said, as she got up and grabbed her books. Amanda walked away from the bullies and to her locker. When she got halfway she was stopped by the school’s head of security Jonathan Powell, but most people just call him John.

“Yo dawg, you alright?” He ask Amanda in his strong “Ghetto” accent. He usually talked like he’s on the streets, mainly because he was. Used to be a member of one of the street gangs before he got arrested. Unlike most people though, he actually got rehabilitated and nows works as the head of security at Amandas high school.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a bully got me.” Amanda explained to John, as she tried to clean the blood off her upper lip.

“DAMN!” John said, stomping his foot on the ground. “This bully problem’s getting way out of hand. I keep tellin’ the principle we need cameras, but does he listen to me, hell no!”

“It’s fine, mister Powell, really. Bullying’s just a part of school.” Amanda said to John, trying to calm him down.

“But that’s the thing, it ain’t. And it seems everyone’s getting bullied. Your friends came by just then and they had been beaten up as well. Like I said, it’s getting way out of hand.” John explained to Amanda, trying to get her to understand that no one should be bullied, or be bullying.

“Oh no, are they alright?” Amanda asked the man, concerned for her two and only friends.

“Yeah they’re fine, they’re waiting for you by your locker. And if you ever feel like you want to say who is bullying everyone, you know where to find me.” And with that said, John walked away, cursing about the increasing bullying problem.

A little later Amanda made it to her locker. She saw her two friends, Kassandra and Barbara, waiting by it. Kassandra was a plump girl, good at math and good at english. Barbara was the looker of the group, nice slender body, nice B cup breasts, a cute bubble butt and a perfect face. She was the leader of the group due to her being an A student at pretty much everything, as well as being cute. John was right though, they did look a bit worse-for-wear, but still alright.

“Hey girls, who got you this time.” Amanda asked for friends as she made it to her locker.

“Terry and Tony, tried to get our money, luckily, we didn’t bring it today.” Barbara told her friend, as she played around on her phone. Barbara usually talked for Kassandra, she was so very shy. She really only talked to her parents, even though she had none Barbara and Amanda for years, but she was still a bit scared of them.

“That’s good to hear.” Amanda said to her friends. She looked at her locker, trying to remember what it was. ‘F***, what was it.’ She thought frantically trying to hide her confusion. ‘Wait, 5-2-9-4, that was it!’ It was her birthday’s date, the second of May, 1994, and only a week away. She quickly put in the combination put her books in and grabbed her bag, jacket and gloves, it had been strangely cold lately.

Her and her friends left the school building, happy to have finished half a week of school. “So wanna, come over to my house? I got the new Prototype game.” Barbara asked her friends, trying to lure them over to her house for an afternoon of gaming.

“Sorry I can’t, I’ve got to do an article for the school’s newspaper, plus Jessica’s homework.” Amanda explained to Barbara, while Kassandra simple shook her head.

“Damn, well, see you on skype them.” Barbara said, annoyed of Jessica for ruining her possible gaming plan. She wasn’t surprised by Kassandra though, she usually doesn’t come over to her house.

“See you later Barbara, see you tomorrow Kassandra.” And with that the girls made their way to the form of transportation to get home. Kassandra going to the side of the school where her dad picks her up and Barbara going to the school bus as her house was on it’s route.

Amanda made her way to the school carpark where her car was parked. It wasn’t a good car, it was an old convertible muscle car, that would have a classic, if it wasn’t scarp, literally. Her dad owns a scrap yard where Amanda and her dad, Hector, live. Amanda is very handy and is aiming to own some kind of workshop where she can fix and customize cars. She found an old convertible muscle car and decided that she would restore it. After a few weeks of work it became roadworthy and she started using it as her car, but she isn’t done with it, not by a long shot.

After a but if a drive she made it home. She looked at the front security gate and read the various signs on the barb wired fence. ‘Beware of Dog’, ‘Trespassers will be shot’, ‘Private Property, STAY OUT!’ and of course, the biggest most imposing sign: ‘Hector Jones’ Junkyard, for inquiries call: 555-5555’.

Amanda opened the glove box, which she had just finished fixing, and pulled out a small remote. She clicked a button and and gate opened with a hum while an orange beacon turned, warning passersby and a vehicle might be exiting the compound. She drove in, stopped, and then clicked another button and the gate closed.

She drove through the large scrap yard, marvelling in the sheer immensity of the place and the strange beauty of the twisted metals. Eventually she made it to the center of the lot where the house was placed. They had just had it rebuilt and now it was a modern master peace. Around it there was the greenery of grass and plants, and then a fence marking where and scrap yard ends and the garden begins. On both sides of the house there were a few other buildings, two were garages and two were workshops, one of each belonging to either Amanda or Hector.

Amanda drove to the left side the the building where her workshop and garage was located. She used the remote to open the workshop and parked her restoration project inside and turned off the engine. “Sorry I can’t work on you today old boy, maybe tomorrow.” Amanda said to the car, patting it’s dashboard. She got out of the car and left the workshop, closing the door behind her.

She looked over to see that her dad’s garage door was open, and the car transporting truck was missing. “Must’ve gone to pick up some more derelicts.” Amanda said out loud as she walked to the garden’s gate.

As she walked through it and into the garden, she was a glint off in the bushes. She walked over to investigate, finding an object that kind of look like a genie bottle. ‘That'd be good for the newspaper, I’ll take it inside.’ Amanda thought, picking up the bottle and walking into the house.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Amanda feel to the floor, smacking her face hard causing her nose to bleed. She leaned on her arms and looked behind her to her assaulter. Jessica Pozza. She was the most popular, most beautiful, most spoiled, richest and meanest person in school. Head cheerleader and student body president she basically ran the school, with her two cronies Harriet and Roxi. Amanda on the other hand was just an unpopular nerd who tries to survive high school.

The year is 2012, and this is the story of how Amanda life changed in just a seconds, and a lot of other stories about her afterward.

“I don’t know why you need me to do your english homework, all I can do is math and shop.” Amanda said to Jessica, as she got into a sitting position.

“I don’t need you to do my english homework, I want you to. And if you don’t I’ll make sure you end up like my little brother.” Jessica said to Amanda, as she grinned at her evilly. The little brother thing comes from a rumor, and it goes like this: Jessica had to babysit her baby brother, but she didn’t like it, so she got her dad, who is rumored to be the head of the local crime family, to kill the 2 year old boy. It was never confirmed or not but she likes to use it to her advantage.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Amanda said, as she got up and grabbed her books. Amanda walked away from the bullies and to her locker. When she got halfway she was stopped by the school’s head of security Jonathan Powell, but most people just call him John.

“Yo dawg, you alright?” He ask Amanda in his strong “Ghetto” accent. He usually talked like he’s on the streets, mainly because he was. Used to be a member of one of the street gangs before he got arrested. Unlike most people though, he actually got rehabilitated and nows works as the head of security at Amandas high school.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a bully got me.” Amanda explained to John, as she tried to clean the blood off her upper lip.

“DAMN!” John said, stomping his foot on the ground. “This bully problem’s getting way out of hand. I keep tellin’ the principle we need cameras, but does he listen to me, hell no!”

“It’s fine, mister Powell, really. Bullying’s just a part of school.” Amanda said to John, trying to calm him down.

“But that’s the thing, it ain’t. And it seems everyone’s getting bullied. Your friends came by just then and they had been beaten up as well. Like I said, it’s getting way out of hand.” John explained to Amanda, trying to get her to understand that no one should be bullied, or be bullying.

“Oh no, are they alright?” Amanda asked the man, concerned for her two and only friends.

“Yeah they’re fine, they’re waiting for you by your locker. And if you ever feel like you want to say who is bullying everyone, you know where to find me.” And with that said, John walked away, cursing about the increasing bullying problem.

A little later Amanda made it to her locker. She saw her two friends, Kassandra and Barbara, waiting by it. Kassandra was a plump girl, good at math and good at english. Barbara was the looker of the group, nice slender body, nice B cup breasts, a cute bubble butt and a perfect face. She was the leader of the group due to her being an A student at pretty much everything, as well as being cute. John was right though, they did look a bit worse-for-wear, but still alright.

“Hey girls, who got you this time.” Amanda asked for friends as she made it to her locker.

“Terry and Tony, tried to get our money, luckily, we didn’t bring it today.” Barbara told her friend, as she played around on her phone. Barbara usually talked for Kassandra, she was so very shy. She really only talked to her parents, even though she had none Barbara and Amanda for years, but she was still a bit scared of them.

“That’s good to hear.” Amanda said to her friends. She looked at her locker, trying to remember what it was. ‘F***, what was it.’ She thought frantically trying to hide her confusion. ‘Wait, 5-2-9-4, that was it!’ It was her birthday’s date, the second of May, 1994, and only a week away. She quickly put in the combination put her books in and grabbed her bag, jacket and gloves, it had been strangely cold lately.

Her and her friends left the school building, happy to have finished half a week of school. “So wanna, come over to my house? I got the new Prototype game.” Barbara asked her friends, trying to lure them over to her house for an afternoon of gaming.

“Sorry I can’t, I’ve got to do an article for the school’s newspaper, plus Jessica’s homework.” Amanda explained to Barbara, while Kassandra simple shook her head.

“Damn, well, see you on skype them.” Barbara said, annoyed of Jessica for ruining her possible gaming plan. She wasn’t surprised by Kassandra though, she usually doesn’t come over to her house.

“See you later Barbara, see you tomorrow Kassandra.” And with that the girls made their way to the form of transportation to get home. Kassandra going to the side of the school where her dad picks her up and Barbara going to the school bus as her house was on it’s route.

Amanda made her way to the school carpark where her car was parked. It wasn’t a good car, it was an old convertible muscle car, that would have a classic, if it wasn’t scarp, literally. Her dad owns a scrap yard where Amanda and her dad, Hector, live. Amanda is very handy and is aiming to own some kind of workshop where she can fix and customize cars. She found an old convertible muscle car and decided that she would restore it. After a few weeks of work it became roadworthy and she started using it as her car, but she isn’t done with it, not by a long shot.

After a but if a drive she made it home. She looked at the front security gate and read the various signs on the barb wired fence. ‘Beware of Dog’, ‘Trespassers will be shot’, ‘Private Property, STAY OUT!’ and of course, the biggest most imposing sign: ‘Hector Jones’ Junkyard, for inquiries call: 555-5555’.

Amanda opened the glove box, which she had just finished fixing, and pulled out a small remote. She clicked a button and and gate opened with a hum while an orange beacon turned, warning passersby and a vehicle might be exiting the compound. She drove in, stopped, and then clicked another button and the gate closed.

She drove through the large scrap yard, marvelling in the sheer immensity of the place and the strange beauty of the twisted metals. Eventually she made it to the center of the lot where the house was placed. They had just had it rebuilt and now it was a modern master peace. Around it there was the greenery of grass and plants, and then a fence marking where and scrap yard ends and the garden begins. On both sides of the house there were a few other buildings, two were garages and two were workshops, one of each belonging to either Amanda or Hector.

Amanda drove to the left side the the building where her workshop and garage was located. She used the remote to open the workshop and parked her restoration project inside and turned off the engine. “Sorry I can’t work on you today old boy, maybe tomorrow.” Amanda said to the car, patting it’s dashboard. She got out of the car and left the workshop, closing the door behind her.

She looked over to see that her dad’s garage door was open, and the car transporting truck was missing. “Must’ve gone to pick up some more derelicts.” Amanda said out loud as she walked to the garden’s gate.

As she walked through it and into the garden, she was a glint off in the bushes. She walked over to investigate, finding an object that kind of look like a genie bottle. ‘That'd be good for the newspaper, I’ll take it inside.’ Amanda thought, picking up the bottle and walking into the house.

TO BE CONTINUED