Author's Notes: This was my first EVER attempt at a fanfic, so please do not flame me.

Please read and review. Be kind, yet please give me honest feedback. If you have a negative comment, it is okay to post it, but also include some practical suggestions on how I could make the story better. I love to write stories and poems and I want to be a good writer so I don't mind negative comments as long as they are not flames. Positive and/or helpful advice and pointers are appreciated and welcomed. Negative, AND unconstructive feedback is not, and will be deleted. Otherwise, feel free to write what you think, with the exception of flames. Thank you!

Also, if you would like to be notified whenever a story is updated, or any new stories are posted to this site, and you are a registered member of (Registration & membership is free) you can add me to your Author Alert list, and will then receive email notification every time a new story is posted or a current story is updated by me, or any other author on your Alert list. To participate, all that is needed is, once you have logged onto the site, click on the Author Alert link, and enter the ID# of the Author(s) you want to add to your Alert list (Enter only 1 ID at a time) Then, click on the "Add Author" button, and you're all done! If you are interested in adding me to your Author Alert list, the following is my ID#44374

I don't own any of the characters, except for the ones that I create. The "7th Heaven" characters belong to Aaron Spelling, Brenda Hampton, the ABC Family Channel, the WB Network, and all the creators, writers, producers and directors of this show. But I've written this story, I own this story, and all the others that I write, or have written. Please do not use, copy, post elsewhere, or reproduce it in any way, shape, or form without my permission. Thanks.

Summary: What happens when Mary is kicked out & sent to live with her grandparents? Set after the episode, "Bye".

Rating: PG - PG-13 in first few chapters, then may or may not increase to R rating, depending on author's whims! :)

Contact: Any extra comments (beyond the review) questions, or concerns, Email me at: benbrattlover at gmail dot com.

Enjoy & after you're done, please click the link at the bottom of the page to leave me a review! :)

It is a dark and cold day in Buffalo, New York. The weather forecast on TV is predicting a heavy snowfall, and it looks like that will be an accurate assessment. The snow, sleet and ice is already coming down in sheets and accumulating in heavy piles on the ground, and it doesn't show any signs of stopping in the near future.

I stare glumly out the window, at the gray, cloudy and blustery day and sigh. My life is such a mess and although I know exactly when it all started and whose fault it is, it makes no difference. All that doesn't matter now. It all seems so long ago. Was it only yesterday that I came home from the movies and was confronted by my entire family in what my dad called a "prevention"? Everyone was there, Mom, Dad, Lucy, and Simon. Even Matt and little Ruthie were there too. I could not believe after how Mom and Dad stabbed me in the back, they could sit there and tell me how out of control I was. If it weren't for them I would never have had these problems in the first place. If only they had acted like the other parents who were mad at the school, then there would have been so many angry parents that Ms. Russell, and the athletic director would not have let Coach Cleary cancel the team.

Instead Mom and Dad stabbed me in the back by saying that they supported Coach Cleary, the school and their decision to cancel the basketball season. But at least I got back at the school and Coach Cleary when a few of the other girls on the Varsity basketball team and I trashed the gym. Even though we got caught and arrested, it was fun getting revenge on all those bastards.

I wish I were back in Glenoak. I hate Buffalo, and I hate staying with the Colonel and Grandma Ruth. This is all Coach Cleary's fault. If it weren't for him, I would be in college on a basketball scholarship now, instead of stuck here. If he had not acted so high and mighty, and a power unto himself, the basketball team would never have been cancelled and I would never have gotten involved with trashing the gym. I would never have lost my scholarship. This is all Coach Cleary's fault. Why did he have to cancel the basketball team? He had no right. He made up his own rules, and standards. The Girls Varsity team met the minimum requirements, so we should have been allowed to play. Then I would never have gotten involved in trashing the gym with the other girls.

Instead I would have played basketball for the rest of the season, kept my athletic scholarship, would have been able to go to a good college and then go pro, and play for the WNBA or something. But now that is never going to happen. I can't even play basketball anymore. The memories are too painful. After everything I have gone through, to lose it all because of others is not fair. I worked so hard to recover. Even after Michael Towner hit me with his car and I had to do all that painful physical therapy, and then that incident with Coach Koper, after all that, all I went through to come back and play basketball, it is all gone. Everything I worked for is gone, and now I have nothing. I hate Coach Cleary. I could not believe the nerve of him asking me to coach the basketball team for people with Down's syndrome and other handicaps. I mean the audacity of that man asking me to help him and do something for him after he totally screwed up my life. I should have told him to kiss off. But I was tricked into it by meeting Molly and finding out her dad was a scout for the pros. After I found out that he didn't want to recruit me, I should have just quit coaching that team and told Cleary to kiss my ass. I don't know why I didn't I guess I just felt some obligation and connection to Molly.

Yesterday, at that creepy intervention that my dad called a "prevention", Lucy said she thinks that I should play basketball again, or some other sport. Yeah right. She said that I am not being kept out of all the teams in the community, and a whole bunch of other junk. What's the point of playing on a community basketball team with amateurs? I was on the Varsity girls team and I had the potential to go pro, and play for the WNBA, if Coach Cleary, and my parents had not screwed that up. Now they want me to settle for playing on a community team with amateurs, and senior citizens who have nothing better to do? Yeah right.

I still can't believe it was only yesterday that I came home from the movies and was confronted by my entire family. They knew about everything. They knew about my drinking, my financial problems, why I lost my job at the pool hall and Pete's Pizza, that I was still seeing Frankie and Johnny, what happened when I was babysitting Erica for Aunt Julie and Uncle Hank, that I had no car insurance, and that I was stopped by the cops after I went out drinking with Frankie and Johnny after work.

I cannot believe all these people told my parents everything. Isn't there some kind of law against that or something? I mean I am 18 now. It is my business. Isn't there some kind of confidentiality agreement, against divulging privileged information? I mean, I know Aunt Julie and Uncle Hank were angry about Mercy being there and an alcohol bottle being on the coffee table, but come on, it's not like I was drinking it. Anyway, besides my aunt and uncle are relatives. But the others had no right to tell my parents, like the people at the bank, car dealership, and insurance office. I know Dad is friends with Sergeant Michaels, but still he had no right to tell my parents. Especially since he had no proof I was drinking and driving. He wasn't even there. Maybe I had a couple of beers with Frankie and Johnny after work, but still Sergeant Michaels had no right to tell my parents.

That is another thing. I can't believe Pete told my dad the real reason I lost my job. Talk about nepotism. I mean just because Frankie and Johnny are related to him, he lets them keep their jobs, even though he knows they were the ones that were drinking the pizza place's beer after work, and he lets me go even though he has no proof that I was drinking too. Then to top it all off, instead of keeping his big mouth shut, he goes and tells my dad everything. I just can't believe it.

My parents also found the joint that I got from Frankie and Johnny. I cannot believe they searched my room. They are like total communists. Its not like I was going to smoke that joint. God, I hate my life. I cannot believe it was only yesterday that my mom told me she had put two suitcases in my room, and I found out I was being sent to Buffalo to stay with the Colonel and Grandma Ruth.

I hate it here so much. I wish I were back in Glenoak. I hate Buffalo. I wish could run away, but I don't even have my car anymore. I don't understand how my dad can just take ownership of my car just like that. I am an adult and that is my car. Just because he is my dad doesn't mean he can just take it without my consent. That is stealing. But nobody cares. He just takes control and steals my car and nobody does anything. It doesn't even make sense. How can he just do that? How can he take ownership of MY car just like that? It's stealing. That's what it is. My dad stole my car and nobody's doing anything about it because he is well known by everyone, including the police.

Maybe I am just better off dead. My life is so screwed up anyhow. Yeah, that's it. I'll just kill myself. It's not like my life is ever going to change or get any better. Coach Cleary, Ms. Russell, and my parents have messed it up too much for it to ever change. So that's what I'll do. I'll just kill myself.

"Mary!" my Grandma Ruth calls from downstairs, "Are you getting ready to go? We'll be leaving for the homeless shelter in ten minutes."

God, I hate this. I hate living with my grandparents. I can't wait till I can kill myself. I hope Coach Cleary and Ms. Russell feel especially bad and guilty for screwing up my life when they find out I am dead. I could have had such a great life if it weren't for them and my parents. I could have played basketball for the rest of the season of my senior year, then graduated and gone to college on a basketball scholarship and then turned pro. I had so much potential to become a star. Instead, look at me now. My life is in complete shambles. I am broke, in debt, unemployed and kicked out by my own backstabbing family. I could have done something with my life if it weren't for them. Well, at least it'll all be over soon.

I just wonder how I should do it. Maybe I'll slit my wrists. But what if I don't die but instead end up addicted to cutting like Lucy's friend Nicole. Or maybe I should try to jump off a roof like that kid my dad helped on the first day of school a few years ago. I don't know. All I know is, I want out of this hellhole.

To Be Continued…