different

chapter 1: hes leaving

Amara couldn't understand why her favorite teacher had to leave with her second favorite teacher. Just because you were supposed to be a band teacher doesn't mean you can leave all your students who actually care about where they are going in life. Her teacher Mr. Johnson helped her with a lot. When her mother died he was there for her. He helped her get away from her abusive father. When she finally starts to relax HE HAS TO LEAVE. Just as life was going back to normal.

Amara's pov:
FUCK...my...life. I can't ever catch a break can I. After the first person who actually cares if I end up in a crack house has to leave, I'm told I'm going back to live with my father. FUCK THAT. I was throwing my things in an old tattered blue suitcase. I was planning on staying in an old abandoned building in the middle of  the woods. I'm pretty sure it used to be an old moonshine shack. Well good bye air conditioning and food. Hello to a torn blanket and a bag full of clothes with a pb and j for safe keeping.
" Amara what are you doing"
" uhm Mr.J I was just..." damb you brain give me an idea "packing to go to Leslie's house"
"You never told me about this... not that i care if you go but I at least need to know before you leave"
"Ok" I pulled my bag off my bed and started heading for the door. I was so excited to get away from everything that it took everything I had not to bolt out the door. be
" Amara... get back here. I know your not actually going to Leslie's house because she went out of town on  Tuesday." Mr. J gave me a challenging look. I stood and stared blankly for a bit  trying to find an excuse. When i couldnt find one I did the only thing I could think of.  I bolted out the door. I ran the full mile and a half up to the barn and finally calmed down when I got there. Hopefully he didn't know about this place. Who was he to think about sending me back. Does he not care anymore. Am I too much trouble. I can change I just can't go back to that house. I felt my cheeks heat up as I got more mad by the second then I felt something else. A tingling feeling. It started in my toes. When it made it to my finger tips red orange and yellow flames danced across my palms. I freaked out, flailing my arms around. I caught the floor, the walls,  and the ceiling on fire. I started panicking and the flames got more intense. The fire crackles as I hear a crunch then the burning roof collapses on top of me. I feel a burning sensation all over my body but I'm to tiered to move. My eye lids get heavy as my world goes black.

I wake up in a room that looks like my room with my father.
"AMARA!!! GET DOWN HERE!" oh donkey stank I'm back. I walk down stairs and see my dad and his buddies around the table playing cards and drinking beer.
" make yourself useful and get me more bean dip." He says. I slowly walk to the kitchen to grab the dip and chips.
" I win!" I saw Jared throw down his cards and throw his hands up in victory.
" NO!" my dad yells. " Amara you better get a job quick because your ugly self had to walk in here and distract me from winning now we have no money" he always finds a way to blame it on me.
"I'm only fourteen no one will hire a 14 year old."
"Well you better make some money real freaking quick... actually you know what pack your things... your leaving that way I can get you out of my life and I don't have to pay for anything for you so I'm saving myself money." Most people would be sad in this situation but I was over hyped I could finally leave this place. I was packed in what seemed like 20 seconds and right as I was about to reach the door I felt a piercing pain in my chest and started to cough up blood. I turned around to see my father's cold eyes and a knife in his hand covered in blood.
" oooh poor Amara did you really think I was gonna let you leave." He sent the knife down in my direction again.
" nnoooo"
I woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking in fear in a bed. Oh no. It was the bed that I slept in when I stayed with Mr.J. I was back. He knew where I was. As I tried to sit up the bed creaked and an object I didn't notice before shifted. It was Mr. J.