Coarse Language. You've been warned. 

Hello, I am Sam and Welcome to my world, the visible living hell in which all the evils belong. If you take a quick look at my own life, you may think I am the luckiest girl ever alive since I have a beautiful mother and a rich father, but if you take time to get to know me, you'll figure out yourself that I am just not.

100 out of 100 people who ever met my mother have to state that she is one of the most beautiful ladies on Earth, and Hollywood, the golden land held a big shame for not welcoming her. Of course, I do think so. She owns a beautiful long brown hair, which falls perfectly even the minute she just wakes up. Her oval face is lightened up by a pair of hazel eyes that shine the way Cameron Diaz's does. By the end of this month, she'll be reaching thirty six but trust me, her body is still some girl's desire. I am not saying she may look super hot in a bikini like Alessandra Ambrosio but, her body would easily turn a man on.

My dad, Thomas James, who graduated from Harvard Law School in 1983, is now standing on top of the '100 most influential lawyers in the United States' list. He is running a law firm under his own name upstate New York. His clients are mostly celebrities and politicians. He is definitely how you define a rich man.

Now I guess you saw the perfection. I have an appealing life, right? Yes, Right and you're screwed.

For anyone who was merely screwed, you should not miss any details of the story I am telling. My Mom and Dad first met when one was 24 and the other was 26. They must have been hit by Cupid right away because just after two dates and one night staying up late talking about their lives, they decided to move in together, without any proposal, any engagement at all. Mom chose to live that way. She believed in Dad like a child believing in Santa Claus and disbelieved in any tie that could help keep the relationship.

Everything seemed to be on the right track for them until Mom was pregnant, and Dad got a new woman at the same time. Rumors had it that she was working as an assistant, a provocative assistant to be honest, to my Dad at his law firm. I didn't know what she did to make Dad run away from my mother and but he just did it, in the day I said hello to this world.

What was left after Dad moved away was just an empty four-room flat we used to live in, some maxed-out credit cards, me and my unemployed mommy. Mom totally collapsed this time. She cried hard, she'd got drunk all nights, she even forgot that she was raising a baby.

My grandma was the one who helped push my Mom up. She told her that was not the end of the world, that was only her being cheated by a jerk, and after every fail came a lesson. She had to be strong to bring up the baby she gave birth to.

With my grandma standing by her side, Mom gradually and finally stood up on her feet again. After almost getting over the pain, she made a decision that we'd leave New York, the city of glamour and withdraw to a small town down here in Connecticut. With that, I became a country girl. Like Mom said, I grew up slow but good. As a kid, I spent most of my time reading through every fairy tale I'd got. I wanted to be a Cinderella so bad. I ignored the drama she had to go through before she finally met the Prince. And because I also wanted to marry a prince, I kind of envied her. Mom laughed at my expense every time I stated that I wasn’t going to get married unless he was a talk, dark and handsome prince.

During my childhood, once per month, Dad dropped by our new house and gave my Mom some bucks to help her bring me up. Every time he came, I saw Mom fixing him with cold stares, grabbing the money, going straight on yelling at him, warning him off me and telling him to better get going. Sometimes, Dad gave me some secret calls in the middle of the night or in my birthdays to tell me that he loves me, he really loves me and he can't live without knowing if I am fine, but I knew, those were just words coming from a cheater's mouth. How could I believe them?

Not up until I reached 14 and My Mom found a new job as a cashier in a local supermarket that Dad stopped giving relief to me. Mom phoned him the other night to acclaim that from now on, she'd take care of me on her own, without needing any help from him. There must have been a big fight on the phone this time, since my Mom shouted really loud about something and even screamed out my name. But I guess she'd got what she wanted since she poked a smile right after slamming down the receiver.

And you guessed right, from that moment on, Mom looked after me on her own, which means she had the right to decide anything related to me, like which school I should go to. And because, she was not rich at all, for any one out there who cares, what she'd got from her job was only sufficient for our minor needs. No spending on luxurious things, no wasting money on unnecessary things; she could only afford me a seat at a very small local high school. Never would she know that I felt so happy the moment I was told to go to that school. Why, you guys may ask. Well, because I was pretty sure that big school was like a nest of mean girls and jocks, who were born to bury you ALIVE. Yeah, too many typical American teenage movies, I know.

Only when I got to the school did I realize it was for the rebels; anyone who dig class so often that got kicked out of other schools, any girl who spent their lives partying like there'd be no tomorrow, any guy with pierces, tattoos and earrings all over their bodies. Bad attitudes, coarse languages and leg-breaking fights were what you should get used to.

Me, being an innocent for the rest of my life, got affected fast and easily. I befriended with the bullheads there and unexpectedly, got along so well with them. I started off going to so many parties that I couldn't count, learned to drink booze and even stripped off my clothes when I lost a bet. Not that I was being a bad girl, a slut who saw her body as a give-away. I still knew how to protect myself. Any boy who ever saw me shooting a Combo wobbly and thought of having a chance to wander up and down my body then rip off my jeans better ready themselves for a slap right on the face, because I could be drunk but never enough to let loose my consciousness.

Mom began to realize I changed when I came home late after midnights, usually with slovenly clothes and strong smell of wine. I was certain Mom would definitely go check out my school and have a kind of parental talk with the Principle. It was just the matter of time.

I heard the door open downstairs but could not move down to see who that was. Last night, I went to The Elvis Brothers' Party and got served a little bit too much of a cute guy. I didn't know his name until someone called him Luke. We talked, we flirted, we danced, we drank and I fainted faster than I expected. Never did I drink that much at a party before, but yesterday was an exception. The only thing I remembered was Hilary – one of my best friends, who is also a diehard party animal, plucking me off that guy and tucking me in her four-wheel drive. I didn't know what happened next. I was not even sure if I barfed on her all the way home. There was no vague idea. My mind was empty. Thank you very much, boozes.

I snapped my eyes open to my Mom's squeaky voice

'Sam. Wake up and come down here'

Time to pretend I was deaf. I always treated Mom with silence when I was dispirited to do things she ordered.

'Sam! Can't you hear me? I said come down here' – Mom screamed again.

It was never a good idea to act as if I didn’t hear a thing with such a demanding woman. My Mom, she always gets what she wants and nothing could change that unless, say, aliens appear and use their tricks to kidnap her to Mars, where she is left with no food, no drink. OK, too much for a weird imagination.

'Alrighty. One minute' – I snapped back. What the hell was happening with her? Her scratchy voice never failed to irritate me. And jeez, the aftermath of a hangover, it was killing right now.

I got up from my bed and wearily dragged myself downstairs. She would have gone pick up a microphone and growl my name into it if I hadn’t come into sight in no more than three seconds. I know my Mom better than I know how my system is functioning. I know that was a ridiculous comparison, but still, I could read her mind. Now you get the point.

She was standing in the kitchen with her arms crossing over her chest. I asked, sounding casual. 'Sup , Mom?'

She looked at me with her piercing sharp cat-like eyes ‘It’s inappropriate to use teenage language to talk to your Mom or any elders, Sam.'

I shrugged. Adults, they always relish complicating things.

'I have something to talk to you, Sam.' Her voice was brimming with seriousness.

'At 10 o'clock in the morning to a daughter with a crumbling stomach? I don't think it’s a good idea, Mom' – I kept yawning. Jezz, I was tired to death.

'I am serious, Sam. Go to the living room now. We need to talk' – Mom glared at me with a tint of sternness in her eyes. Something was irrefutably going wrong.

As I half-lied on the couch, Mom bombarded me with a load of questions: 'Where were you last night? Who was the girl driving you home?'

She observed me heedfully, as if wanted to thwart me from telling lies. I shifted my gaze around, avoiding her. 'I went to a friend's party. The girl who drove me home is Hilary. She's one of my best friends at school.'

'Why didn’t I hear of her before?' – She asked skeptically.

'Because' - I answered briefly. 'Don't worry, Mom. She's definitely a real girl, not a homo. She won't rape me or anything' – I teased, completely oblivious of the adversity my words may bring.

And ten millions miles away from what I expected, anger filled up her face.

'Don't kid, Sam. Tell me about her now.' – She demanded.

'Why do I have to do so? Mom, I am 16 now and fully capable of choosing who to befriend with.” – Stubbornness was flowing in my vein, compounding with my blood. I suddenly went mad. Seriously, why she always steps in every corner of my life? Last time I checked, I was a citizen of a free country, no one, even my Mom had the right to have me talk about things I don't like. That's basic human's right.

'Because I am your Mom, Sam. I care for you, baby. Knowing who you are involving yourself with is the least thing a mother could do' – A gleam of concern flashed in her eyes.

'Fine. If you really want to know that much, I'll tell you, she's a good student.” – I answered cursorily. OK, I lied. But mind you. Couldn’t you be any more vicious to see me spit out the truth that my best friend is a not-so-good girl in any sense of this word then be ripped into threads?

'She is not. When will you stop lying to me, Sam?. How can a good, delinquent student survive in a school full of bad kids?' – Mom shook her head, showing her disapproval.

Hey, I never said she was delinquent.

'What?' - I tried to pull out a 'I don't know what you are talking about' face.

'Don't act as if you are innocent, Sam. I went to your school today.' – Obscuration took over the room. What did she mean when she mentioned she went to my school? I mean I understood every single word. Hello, it’s English, but I just couldn’t … Fuck! No! She went to my school? Did she really do that? It’s evident she saw what she shouldn’t have seen.

I remained silent. What was I supposed to say? Mom, there is a cockroach in the house? Well, that observably wouldn’t help much.

'Sam, listen!’ – Eventually, Mom spoke up and here came the cessation of the dead air.  ‘I have been really preoccupied with your demeanors lately so I decided to see the principle today to sort out if there is a reason behind all of your sudden changes in attitudes. I was awfully shocked when I got there and the first thing I saw was couples making out on the benches and guys getting drunk lying down on the schoolyard sleeping, and so many displeasing scenes that I wish I hadn’t seen.  Look, I won't blame you for keeping all those things from me, okay? I should have known better that it was not the school for good kids like you. But I am still thankful I found the truth in time. Honey, I never want to do this but I will withdraw you from that school. You will move out to a new school next week.' – Mom stated.

'Excuse me? I am not going anywhere. I love this school.' – I stood up, trying to protest. 'I feel comfortable with where I am at now. I don't need a single change, Mom.'

'No. Those bad kids, they have been making bad impact on you. I saw that. You come home late. You even get drunk. Being a Mom, how can I let those maroons spoil my one and only daughter? I have to keep you away from them.' – Mom also got up on her toes.

'Those maroons? You called my friends the maroons? What the fuck were you thinking?' – Yes, I cursed, to my Mom, the one I loved the most in this life. That was unacceptable but I couldn't control myself. I was so out of mind. The sudden outburst of anger defeated me. I forgot how to tame my temper.

'Sam, Watch your language. Take back what you said.' – Her face was distorted with aggression and I could discern the admonition beneath her words.

'No, I won't. I repeat it, I will not go anywhere, I will stay at the school I am going to. Don't push me too much or you'd get enough' – I gave her a roar of rage. Apparently, it was not any competition at all but I exerted myself to win this time. I was not going to move, not a single chance, not an inch and she wouldn’t be able to have me do it if I didn’t want to.

As the door was slammed right behind my back, I broke down crying. It had been a long time no tears since I switched negatively into someone new, a party chic, a booze addict, a bare-faced flirt and a real rebel, totally indistinctive from who I was just one year ago and who I always expected myself to be growing up. But still, I don't want to leave for a new school, where I would have to make new friends and try to fit in without knowing if I could. I was tired of going through the whole process of introducing my name then being benevolent to every stranger I may encounter in a random class. That was totally the worse part of adapting yourself to a new environment. Seriously, for anyone, please don't force me to move to a new school.

A/N: There goes chapter 1 of 'Heart Like Mine'. I know it's kinda short and doesn't hold many of the plots but every story needs such start. Even Twilight LOL Kidding. Anyho, I promise you more exciting, heart-wreching, stomach-hurting (because you're gonna laught your butt off) are coming. So don't just walk away after some stupid lines I wrote. Plus, I just wanna save up more things for the next chapters. So I think this is a perfect beginning. For anyone who's reading this, thank you so much for clicking on the title and spending your precious time checking out my story. This may sound chessy but you guys seriously ROCK MY WORLD. 

Leave me some comments please. You know I need those to know if my story is appreciated. Update is coming pretty quick so stay tunned! :)

P/s: You have no idea how badly I wanna tag this story Justin Bieber when I posted  it since I may attract more Belieber to click on this story lol There are like 18 millions ones out there so I think I would have a bright future if I did so. LOL Kidding! 

Oh and I disclaim any brand names you could spot in this chapter.