As the title indicates, this is a rewrite version of my story. To find the original simply go to my home page. The original started out as a K+ rated and, while I began to edit the story -only up to chapter 52 I believe- I decided there were things I wanted to change so started a new story to get more attention faster. A lot of stuff will stay the same but with more detail, edited spelling -though I still make mistakes now and then- edited grammar and a few changes, as you will see in chapter 4.

For new readers, and so you don't get bored, VK wont get involved until until chapter four. Spelling is also one of my weaknesses. My spelling itself is OK but I tend to accidentally use the wrong word; such as Witch instead of with. I do my best but tend to make small mistakes here and there. I still hope you enjoy non the less.

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Hello, my name is Ashley Baker but that is just my adoption name. My real name is Ashley Parker. I hate the name Baker. Truth was I wasn't even adopted yet, the family I now live with just calls me by their last name. It wasn't because they think of me as a daughter. No, I feel like they call me by it because they know I hate it. I mean, I've only been living with the Bakers for three weeks now.

You see, three weeks ago I lost my parents and younger sister in a bad car crash. They had been returning from a play put on by the church when a gas truck ran a red light and my parents smashed into it. I was told the car caught on fire and my family died as the car exploded. I hadn't been with my parents because I was going through some depression and I felt like the church couldn't help at the time. I regret not going now; at least I could be with my parents in heaven.

Anyways, I was -and still am- only sixteen at the time. When I found out of course I broke down crying. I had wanted to be left alone after that, as my depression grew stronger. However the Child Care Services people came to collect me. That is when I was put with a foster family; the Bakers. They lived a little further in town than I had with my parents so stores were easier to get to but I could no longer take the bus to school.

I had thought I would only be living with the Bakers for a few days. In that time I thought the Child Care Service people would be looking for my grandparents or my aunt. I could understand not being able to live with my grandparents, as they didn't have the money to support me. However, even though my aunt lived a few towns over, I didn't understand why I couldn't live with her or why she hadn't contacted me. Sighs

After the first few days of living with the Bakers I had finally been allowed to move my things in. Things like my clothes, my toys and my books. I was also allowed to bring a few of my small nick knacks, including the knife my parents bought me a year ago. It was a dragon handle knife that my parents bought me after accidentally breaking the dragon snow globe I got for Christmas two years ago.

It wasn't horrible living with the Bakers but that didn't mean it was good either. It wasn't exactly a Cinderella kind of story but the family wasn't too friendly at the same time. The Baker family was made up of a man named Ben, a woman named Sandy, and their young son Robby. Robby was the biggest problem of me living here. He was only six years old and a brat but his parents act like he is a little angel that can do no wrong, even when witnessing him do something. They just think it's cute.

Anyways, it was a Tuesday night and my foster parents had gone out to Bingo. So I was left alone with Robby until ten at night. However, if that means I was babysitting than you are wrong. Even though I had babysat my cousins and younger sister in the past, the Bakers didn't trust me. Of course I'll admit to having a temper and Robby tends to lie when he doesn't get his own way or to avoid getting in trouble. Not that he ever gets into trouble for anything in the first place.

I didn't really care about babysitting though. What I hated was that the Bakers got a girl that tortured me in school to babysit. Lisa Towers. Let me tell you now, that girl is a real bitch. She is the kind of girl that likes to think the world revolves around her. I know most people find excuses behind a bullies behavior like a sad past but no. Lisa was one of the richer kids in school. She is spoiled and a snob. She likes to gossip, bad talk others and wont hold back from actually hurting others if she can get away with it. Why she is a babysitter I have no idea.

Anyways while Lisa was watching Robby downstairs I lazied around in my bedroom. Laying on my bed I spent my time reading Vampire Knight manga. I had six volumes and I couldn't wait for the seventh. I had already re-read through volumes one and two so I had started to read the third volume again. I loved ninety eight percent of everything that has to do with vampires so I absolutely loved this manga. I loved it so much that I had gone online to read the chapters that weren't yet released in mangas yet.

However, as I was flipping to a new page, a loud banging from outside my room disrupted my attention. Yet, before I could react to the banging, my bedroom door suddenly swung open. Standing there, in the doorway, was my little foster brother Robby. I was about to yell at him to get out but, before I could, the little brat ran into my room, grabbed my book and ran back out laughing his little head off.

"Robby you little pest, give that back!" I shouted as I jumped off my bed. Wasting no time I rushed out of my room and began chasing Robby down for my Japanese style comic book.

"Hah hah, you can't catch me. Loser!" Robby taunted, waving my book in the air back and forth. I growled animalishly and would surprise myself if I hadn't been too angry to notice.

The Baker house was rather large. A two story, four bedroom and two bathroom house. There was a study, bathroom, two bedrooms and a hall closet upstairs. The living room, kitchen, Robby's bedroom, a library and two storage closets were downstairs. Of course my room was upstairs and that is where I was chasing Robby. That is, of course, until he ran downstairs with my book.

"Robby!" I yelled again as I sat on the railing to slide down the stairs. I had hoped I could beat him down the stairs and I nearly did; until he took a sharp turn into the living room that is.

"What's going on?"

Oh fuck, Lisa. I had almost forgotten about her. Again I had to question why a bitch like her got paid to watch over small children. The answer was actually obvious, even if I didn't want to admit it. See, even though people might be complete ass holes to people their own age they could also be very nice to small children and animals. Even still, it didn't change my feelings for Lisa.

"Ashley's being mean to me!" I could hear Robby whine in the next room. I don't care if he was just six years old, I hated that little brat more than I could express.

Jumping off of the stair rail, I marched into the living room. It was a typical looking room, with two chairs, a couch made for three and a love seat, all of which were the same color and matched each other. The TV was pretty big and wide screen but I don't know the size, I never cared to find out. A few family pictures -none that included me which I was glad for- hung on the walls along with one mirror on one side. Other things such as tables, fake plants and phone books filled the room. In the middle of the room stood Lisa with Robby standing behind her legs. My book was now in the hands of Lisa herself.

"Give me my book back, Lisa." I demanded, my arm stretched out as I approached the younger girl. Oh yeah, I guess I should have mentioned before that Lisa was a year younger than me.

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you."

I wasn't surprised at all when Lisa placed her arm up in the air, keeping my book out of reach. Even though I was a year older than Lisa she was tall for her age; half a foot taller than me. If it wasn't for the fact that Robby was hiding behind her, I'd easily push her over to get it. At least that's what I wanted to do. So instead I settled for glaring and getting closer.

"That belongs to me, Lisa, you have no right in keeping it from me. If you so much as bend a page I will demand you replace it." I threatened, now only inches from her face. It may have been a weak threat but I have a hard time thinking when I was angry.

Lisa simply laughed at me and turned to smile at Robby. "Why don't you go play in your room, sweet heart?"

To my glee Robby eagerly agreed and ran off to his room. With the little brat now gone I could do whatever I had to to get my book away from Lisa. I doubt she'd keep it in the end, or purposefully rip it. However, knowing Lisa, she'd more than likely carelessly throw the book aside. Since I didn't want that to happen I'd have to take force.

"Lisa, I am going to tell you one more time," I said as I grabbed gripped the front of her shirt. "give me my book back now!" I snapped, giving her shirt a hard tug before I could give her a chance to reply. I don't know if it was do to my strength or Lisa was just off balance, or caught off guard, but she tumbled forwards in result to my yank.

Even though Lisa didn't fall over, it still worked in my favor. For when I yanked on Lisa's shirt and she stumbled, her arm also lowered. Letting go of my grip on her shirt I instead grabbed at the book that had been lowered into my reach. I could feel Lisa's grip tighten when she realized I grabbed it but her grip wasn't quick enough as I managed to pull the manga out of her reach.

"Thank you." Still feeling pissed I couldn't help feel a little mouthy as I was glared at. Lisa was a bitch and was lucky I kept myself from doing anything more than grabbing her shirt.

"You're going to regret that!" I heard Lisa shout from behind me. I had already turned my back on her and made my way back to my room.

"If you say so." I called back, unafraid of her. If she so much laid a finger on me, worse than what I did to her, she'd be the one getting in deep shit.

"Just wait until your parents hear what you did."

Now that made me tense. Not in fear but in anger. Lisa knew very well that the Bakers were not my parents. She even knew I hated being called a Baker and people thinking the Bakers were my parents. To put it simply I'd rather be called a orphan, which is what I was. Sometimes there was just lines people shouldn't cross.

"The Bakers aren't my freaking parents!" I shouted, my hands balled into a fist. I had to calm myself though because I began to wrinkle my book.

Now even more pissed than I had been all night, I quickly marched back into my room. How dare Lisa get so low. Her parents should have spent more time teaching her to play nice rather than spoiling her. Seriously, Lisa is so rich her parents would send her to private school if this town had one. As it is, there is a rumor that Lisa is moving in the summer simply to go to a private school next year. As I said, she is a spoiled bitch. Sighs well the Bakers would be home in about twenty minutes or so and then Lisa would be forced to go home.