Never Been Loved Prologue

It was a bright, sunny morning. My family was bumbling about in the car; dad was driving while whistling a merry tune; mum was reading the papers; my older sister—Mallory--was texting her boyfriend and little Thomas was playing with his toy soldier. I was staring out the window, thinking about life.
Why did life have to be so cruel? I mean, I believe that there was a heaven somewhere high above, and that it was fair, but why didn't I get to know about the fairness? Why didn't I have a perfect family like everyone else at school? Why couldn't I just be happy?
"Amelia!" My mum shouted at me, breaking me out of my daylight reverie. I looked at her without saying a word. She didn't like people interrupting her; well, not really. Just me.
"Anyway, you're not going to that music school you wanted." My jaw dropped.
"Why not?"
"Because we can't afford it." She stated matter-of-factly. Everybody else in the car was paying attention by now.
"You let Mallory go to the school she wants and it's even more expensive than mine!" I reasoned. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mallory smirk.
"Maybe it's to do with the fact that you're not one of us, and never will be." Her smug tone made me turn away. I hated it whenever anyone lingered on the fact that I wasn't a true Heatherfield. It made me wish even harder that I hadn't been adopted by them.
I blinked the tears out of my eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Being angry wasn't effective at all, trust me.
"Then where am I going to?" I asked, trying my best to sound polite. My mum smiled a fake smile and answered, her voice saturated with bitter-sweet sarcasm, "Ocean Park."
"What!" I yelled, not able to hold myself back.
She frowned, "It's a good school, dear." I felt my temper rise.
"No, it isn't! You know it isn't! When Mallory's teacher suggested for her to go to Ocean Park you nearly blew the school down!"
Her face became absurdly sour. "Amelia Jayne Vanhoughen, you are to show more respect to your mother! If I say Ocean Park it means Ocean Park!"
I froze. Mother?
"You never were my mother." I said coldly. She looked as if she were about to blow her top.
"Amelia!" Dad boomed. I glared at him and, not being able to take anymore, slung my bag over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Thomas asked, evilly innocent. I glared at him too, and muttered, "Little devil" before opening the car door.
The wind whipped through my brown locks and, anger lending me courage, I brazenly jumped out of the moving car.
"Oaf!" I fell down onto the rough pavement. I heard distant laughter as my so-called 'family' sped off. They didn't even bother to stop to let me off! I scowled after their retreating backs and stood up, brushing the dirt off of my shorts.
I was so mad at them! Why did I have to be so unlucky! Finally, I looked around. A groan immediately followed after.
Great. I was stuck in the middle of the freeway, many miles from home, with no money whatsoever. Just wonderful.

--Never Been Loved