Burning It Down, All the Way to Bat Country

I hated being 15. You can’t drive, you're not old enough to drink, and what’s worse, you're not allowed to leave home. I have been waiting for my eighteenth birthday since I was ten. Only three very long years left. Why do you ask? Because my family hates me. I don’t know why, because my life was fine until my tenth birthday, then everything went to hell. They started calling me names, making me do everything around the house, and making me sleep in the basement. This I could handle, until my parents started hitting me when I was 13. Then I started to realize that I was nothing to them, the people who were supposed to protect me and love me, used me as a slave and a personal punching bag. But everything changed when the house next door was moved into. My name is Trinity Rose Ashland, and this is my story.