Broken~a Ninjago Fan-Fiction

Chapter 1

I walked down the hallway of middle school. I am a thirteen year old girl who doesn't know anything at least about her past life, and....I practically get in trouble all of the time. Not because I am a bad kid or anything but for some reason because I am "Liv Garmadon" I always get treated....differently.

I mean, yeah my father is who my father is, but I'm not like him. Everyone believes I am like him though because I'm his daughter, but really, I wouldn't say we're alike at least by what I've observed from him.

Who knows, he could be like me but I doubt that. If he is, I mean, that's pretty interesting.

"Oh look who it is! It is Liv....GARMADON!" Someone shouted through the hallway.

The kid's voice echoed through my ears as I eyed them angrily.

"Shut it!" I screamed. A teacher stormed into the hallway and gave me a glare. The other kid jumped back looking innocent.

Oh great! Here we go again.

"Liviana Garmadon! You are coming with me!" The teacher shouted as she took me to the principal's office. I rolled my eyes and followed the teacher.

Yup, yup. Another lecture. Greatttt!

I walked into the office and sat down in the chair.

"Liviana Garmadon..." The principal started to say as he rubbed his temples. "You have been here FIVE times this week. Do the math Liviana, every SINGLE day."

I sank down into my chair.

"I didn't do anything though." I mumbled.

"What?" The teacher asked.

"I didn't do anything! Why is it that every single time I do something I get in trouble?! But when other kids do something to me you....you people don't stop it?!" I shouted as I stood up. The teacher stared at me angrily.

"Sit down!" The principal demanded.

"N.O. NO!" I yelled. "Just because my father is 'Lloyd Garmadon' it doesn't mean I am like him!" I replied as I stormed out of the room.

"You are suspended!! You are suspended for a VERY LONG TIME!" The principal screamed at me as I walked down the hallway.

"Good!" I shouted back, not making eye contact with him.

I ran 'home' and stormed into the place without saying hello or giving a reason why I am 'home' as early as I am.

I strided into my 'room' and hauled my backpack on my bed.

"Good!" I shouted towards it as I kicked it to the ground. I then punched the bed railing.

"Ow!!" I screamed as I shook my hand. I then glared at the bed railing angrily.

"You want to hurt me?!" I shouted towards it as I kicked the bed.

"And no I DON'T have anger issues!" I yelled as I stomped on my backpack. "Alright maybe I do...but who cares! No one! NO ONE cares about me!"

I sat on my bed and put my face in my hands.

"I AM alone. And I can do...nothing." I said as I started to cry.

Oh, by the way...maybe I should clarify, for my whole life I have had a hard time dealing with my emotions; it's not like anyone taught me how too...

When I was really young, maybe eight...I always wondered "Why?" And then when I became older I finally realized "Why?".

"It is because NOT. ONE. SINGLE. PERSON. CARES!" I shouted as I threw my backpack across the room.

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-M