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    Chapter 1
    How it happened

    I walked home from the bus and i had suddenly remembered it was Friday. But as I thought about it, i almost doubted the days of the week. How could a friday be so unbarably cold? Not only cold weatherwise..but so cold that it even makes your heart shiver?

    The heels of my shoes started to squeek as i looked down at my moving feet, blue shoes against the black dry cold pavement. I sighed and looked out at my abandoned street, house after house after old house was lined up on my right and on my left a large hilled field streached all the way to the very end of my very long street on Locklin Rd. Barbed whire loosely streached over big wood posts that stuck uneavenly in the ground.

    My family, meaning my mom, my grandma and i, had luckily found a house out on the very outskirts of the city that we lived in, a ways south of Reno. The house had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a window room. The window room was mine, and i hated it. It was always cold and i was always too afraid to use the fireplace that sat in the corner of the room...that was how i got the burns on my face...the reason i had to live the way i did.

    I remember when i got them, it was only three years before then...I was thirteen, and it was winter. My Mom and her boyfriend were in a fight in the living room and my Grandma had luckily escaped to a friends house telling my mother that if the fighting didnt stop, she would move out. Truthfully my mother and i wanted her to move out, at least to a place where everyone wasnt thirty years younger than her. My mom worked and my grandma stayed home and slept, and i went to school. While we were gone no one could take care of her, and she always spent her retirement money on useless things like cookie jars that never got used, and she never let us take any to spend on food or anything useful. She said that it was a waste of money to spend it on something that could only be enjoyed once. I always hated her for that because she was always the first to eat, and often we didnt have enough for her, my mother, my mother's boyfriend Chris, and me. And that was why my mother and Chris were in a fight that night. Not only that, but Chris was drinking and mean.

    I was sitting in front of the open fireplace in the living room staring at the flames that were bellowing in circles around an amber lit log. I was thinking only about the flames trying to block out the screaming and cussing that was comeing from my mother's bedroom. Tears were streaming down my cheeks but they were soon cought up and dried from the heat coming from the wood stove. The next thing i knew, the fight between my mother and Chris was in the living room all around me.

    "You never think about me!" Chris screamed at my mother holding a beer can in his hand and swinging his other hand violently through the air as if he was conducting a choir. I looked at my mother her brown eyes focused on Chris with a mean look, her dark chestnut hair pulled back in a bun from just getting home from work.

    "Well you never think of anything but that god damned drink!" She screamed back pointing at his right hand which held the silver beer can.

    A look of rage came over his face and he started to call her nasty names that i wished i had never heard before, "Well, Mina, you dont have s**t, except for your little piece of s**t girl, from your last piece of s**t marrage!" He screamed at her. My eyes had began to gush tears as my heart sank.

    "Dont you DARE, ever say a thing about my daughter!" My mother screamed at him then she looked at me, "Tess, go in your room sweetheart." She urged. I stood but the next thing i knew Chris had ahold of the coller of my shirt and was shaking me violently and i felt his beer spill over my clothes and get in my eyes.

    "This!? This is what you care about more than me?!" he screamed at my mother. I was screaming and struggling to get away but he shook me like a rag doll not letting me go.

    "Let go of her!" My mother commanded grabbing me trying to get him to let me go.

    "Oh! ill let go of her!!!" he screamed at her, and before i knew it my body was burning, he had thrown me on the fireplace, and my face was against the hot metal top of it. The coller of my beer drenched shirt cought fire as i jumped back, my face partially stuck to the stove as i tore away from the hot burning metal, but was still caught in the flames which lit my hair along still with the half of my face that had come in contact with the stove.

    "Mommie! Mommie!" I screamed for her burning all over, my mother grabbed a wool blanket that was on the back of the couch and threw it over me putting out the flames, then neglecting the fact that Chris was in our living room, she picked me up, put me in our old car and rushed me to the emergency room.

    I woke up two days later with third degree burns on my face and minor burns on my chest. I wasnt all there because i was so jacked-up on vicoden that i couldnt feel anything...but i did know one thing...though my mother didnt stay with Chris, she told the doctors that it was an accedent, that chriss had only bumped into me...I was hurt by her not telling the truth...that even though i would have to live with the burns on my face for my whole life...he would only have to think about it whenever he was sober...or never...and my mother, saying she cared about me that much, wouldnt put him in jail for the hurt he had caused me...that i would have to live with all my life...and that could be the only thing that i could never forgive my mother for.