Does anyone know where I can find any Girlfight fanfiction?

Yeah, I have 8 chapters...
But I need to add some more..

This Previous Piece was from someone else, but they never ended it, so I adopted it, and I want to add more to it..

I'll post it as soon as possible..

Check the first chapter out!..

These Eyes
Chapter 1

I was only four when it happened. I was at the babysitters when my father came to pick me and Tiny up. He told the babysitter that there had been an accident. I knew it had to do with my mother because she usually picked us up after work, and it was ood for my father to leave his first day of work at the factory.
We went down the hall, past our apartment. There was police tape and men in uniforms at our door. When I looked inside I saw an image that I would never forget; hanging from the door frame of the kitchen was a woman's body. Her chestnut colored hair was hanging from her head, her eyes were looking aimlessly down at the ground below her lifeless body. Her, once bruised, face was purple and blue, and there was vains popping out of her neck and forehead. her arms and legs were dangling from her body like they were attached only by a thin piece of thread. I remembered thinking: "Who's that woman in my house?"
My father turned around and saw me standing there, looking inside the apartment, he came towards me and grabbed my hand roughly. He pulled me and Tiny down the hall and out of the apartment. He took us to our grandmother's house where we stayed for two weeks.
I was sitting in the small kitchen of my grandmother's two bedroom bungalow in the Bronx, when my father returned again. He came in the door, took off his shoes and went straight to the fridge. He took out a beer and sat down at the table across from me. My grandmother and brother had just left to get the mail from the boxes down the street, I was all alone in the house with my grandmother's dog and my father. I looked across the table at him, his eyes were red from tears and his mouth was drawn down in a sad pout. His knuckles were red with blood and scabbed from the frustrated beating he had given the wall of the police station days before.
"Daddy," I said. "Where's my mommy?"
"She's dead!" he said, looking at me with those hateful eyes. It was that look that would haunt me and chill me to the bone. I got up and walked into the living room. I turned on the television and started watching G.I. Joe, I never did like those girly shows.
Just then, my grandmother and Tiny walked in the door. My grandmother saw my father and tried to talk to him, but he just got up and walked into the bathroom, not saying a word to anyone. He stayed in the bathroom for an hour. When he came out, he went back to the fridge and got another beer. He sat back down in his seat and opened his beer. He chugged the whole thing and when he finished, he slammed the bottle down on the edge of the table. The bottle shattered and tiny pieces of glass flew everywhere, all over him, all over the kitchen floor, and the table. I was still in the living room when I heard the noise. I ran to the kitchen, not knowing yet what had happened. I stepped into the room and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my bare feet. I looked across the room to where my father was sitting. His arms and hands were bleeding freely. There was tears running silently down his blank face. He quickly turned his head away from me. As soon as he turned his head, I felt two small hands grab around my waist and pull me onto the carpet of the living room. I turned my head to see my brother's worried face. It was almost white, and he looked frightened. He set me down on the stairs, lifting my feet to look at the bottoms. They were covered in cuts and blood, there was glass in every crack and crevice.
"Diana…Diana? Are you ok Diana?" he asked in a panicked voice. I just sat there stunned. I didn't feel the pain, I was empty of all feeling but one, shock. When my father looked at me, there was no love in his eyes, there was only hate, resentment, and emptiness. How could this happen? To lose a mother to a horrible death, and to lose a father to blind hate!

;)

Minx

I think this is the first GF ff I 've ever seen...it was good keep it up

Thank you.....I think I have read some of this fic a while ago only found a couple chapters....please put the rest of the chapters you have up this is really good so far!! :)

I Have writers block here..

Can you guys help me name Dianna and Adrian's Moms?

Minx

*puts on thinkin hat* :P

I think Diana's mom's name should be Roselyn and Adrian's mom's name should be .....uhh...regina (couldn't think of anything else)

Thanks for the consideration Shanti *Muahs*


Chapter 2

I had seen that hateful look from my father for ten years until I decided to change the way I viewed it. I decided that my silent disregard wasn't enough, I had to invent my own, just as effective, or maybe even more effective than his. I was always been told that I had deep, passionate eyes. Add the fact that I was an angry teenager without a mother and it fit nicely. I could cut glass with my glare. It was something I was proud of. What I wasn't proud of was what had first caused the glare.

I was in my first year of hell, or as everyone else called it, high school. Everything in high school was different from what I was used to. Everything was a little harder, meaner, or more challenging. The guys were bolder, the girls were more outgoing and were always trying to look and be about ten years older than what they were. Everyone tried really hard to fit in, or be popular. I just tried to pass a day without beating someone up. I was never into the whole girly scene and so I never had a lot of friends. I had a few acquaintances but no real close friends. I had just gotten home from school. That day I had gotten in a fight with a spoiled little rich boy who had made a joke about my mother begin ugly or something. Well, I guess you couldn't really call it a fight, it was more him calling me a name and me kicking the sh-t out of him. The principal had just suspended me for two days and I was pissed because that meant that I would miss a chemistry test and would have to make up for it at lunch when I got back to school. I was sitting on my bed doing homework, when my father got home from a meeting with the principal about my vicious habits. He came into my room, and closed the door behind him.
"What the hell's the matter with you, huh? You know that kid has a broken nose?" he asked, not looking like he actually cared.
"Good, he had it coming to him. he made a joke about mom." I said, not caring much myself. I turned back to my homework.
"You can’t just go around beating people up, you know!?! You are an embarrasment!" he said.
"Take your own advice," I said standing up to face him. "How many fights did you get in last week at the bar? And how many times did Tiny and I have to come down and get your drunk ass from the bar?" He came towards me, raising his hand. I felt a hard blow against the left side of my face. I stood there stunned inside, but tried not to show it.
I looked at him with so much fire boiling up inside me that if he hadn't turned around and left the room, I would've killed him. I touched my face lightly, I could feel it starting to bruise, it would be all along my cheekbone and my eye.
Two days later, at school, a girl from my history class came up to my locker.
"Hey," she said shyly. "Um, I'm Marisol, I'm from your history class. We've been put into a group together for class. We have to do a project on the Civil War, and I thought that since you weren't here the past few days, that you could come over and we could start working on it. Would that be ok?"
"Yeah," I said not really giving a sh-t, but thinking that it had to get done so, I had better go.
"Hey, what happened to your face?" she asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"I got hit in the face in a fight a few days ago." I said, thinking how much of a lie it was because I hadn't even let the guy get a punch in.

Over the next year, I stayed away from my apartment as much as I could. I was only there for meals and to sleep. Marisol and I had become friends and started hanging out a lot more. Marisol was really cool, but she had some friends that were really slutty, and I think they only hung out with Marisol because looking at her would make themselves look better. You see, Marisol was a little over weight and she was a bit awkward. I liked her though, she was a nice person, and she didn't decide her friends based on looks. The only thing I didn't like about being away from the apartment was being away from Tiny. I really missed him in that time. He and I would occasionally go out for lunch or talk a bit after school, but really I didn't see him much. I always knew that he would be something great when he got out of this place. He was really smart, and could do anything if he put his mind to it. The only thing holding Tiny back was my father. He would constantly tell Tiny to go out and get a 'real' job. He said that Tiny would never get anywhere in life by keeping his nose in a book. I resented him for that, and I'm sure Tiny did too, because I knew that Tiny could go anywhere, do anything, and be anyone he wanted to be.

YEAH Michelle in Girlfight!!

I say only Michelle is :box: all down!!! :D

Yeah!!!she rocks!!! :cheers: :cheers: :box: :box: :box: