BJA ADOPTION

Character discription and Chapter 1

Axel is an abused 14 year old girl, (from Limerick, Ireland but now lives Yucaipa, South California) who's father was murdered in front of her by (her mother's now boyfriend/fiancé) Chad. She witnessed it first hand and also got shot herself, in the leg, she has a prosthetic leg because of this and tries to hide it because she doesn't want to be labelled as "disabled." She has mid-long dark brown hair and dark green eyes. She has a nose ring and plays guitar, Bass and Drums.

•-•Axel's POV•-•

I got up from the floor, which I had previously passed out on the night before because of the beating I got from Chad. I looked at my prosthetic and there was a small bit of blood on it. I got up and grabbed my bag and went to school before he could get me again.

As I reached my seat in my form class, I saw a single flower. A rose. And A note. It read:
To my love, Axel.
I love you, I always will. I've seen what your step-father does to you and I want to help.

"He's not my step-dad yet." I said to myself. I put the flower in my bag and went to my first class, which just happened to be P.e. I hated it, I'd rather do music all day, but no "you need an education in more than music." Said every. parent. ever. I got changed and by this time, my class had gotten used to seeing me change my prosthetic from standard to sports.

I got called to the principal's office half way threw P.e. and I was thankful. As I entered, Mrs. Morgan sat me down and gave me bad news. "Your mother died in her sleep." My eyes widened and I started to cry. Unlike Chad, my mother was there for me and cared for me, she moved here to get a better life but now she's gone.

I was told to pack up and I was going home and an adopter was coming to stay with me in 5 hours. I would have to be home with Chad for 5 hours until my adoptive parent would get here. They said he was from Oakland, California and the first person I thought of was Billie Joe Armstrong. My childhood crush and now my idol. I took out the rose and looked at it. I wondered who gave me it. I wanted to hug them and cry to them. If they had the time to buy me a flower, they would have the time to hear me whine.

I packed up my bag and didn't get changed as I couldn't have been arsed. I did, however, put on my skinny jeans and my standard prosthetic 'cause I don't want my new parent to see my prosthetic. I walked out of the changing room and bumped into Parker. He smiled as he saw the rose in my hand. "Y-you got my rose." He said nervously. "Your ro-" I cut myself off, "really?" I asked. "Yes, I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you, two years ago." He said and looked down. "Look at me." I said. He lifted his head and looked me in my green eyes. His icy blue eyes had a bit of fear in them but also a lot of love. I kissed him and walked away. I began to walk home while listening to my music. I felt a chill creep down my neck as the November breeze hit my back. I shivered and continued walking.

As I reached home, I didn't see Chad's car. I figured he would be at the pub, getting shit-faced. I climbed threw the window and walked to my bed room to pack my bag. After I had packed my bag about 2 hours had passed. I decided to do some art. I drew a shadow art of Green Day and when I finished a good 2 and a half hours had passed and I played my drums and guitar for the last half an hour before I (thankfully) heard a knock at the door.