I'm heading home and I have to walk about 1-2 miles which isn't the worst because I get a small break from the world and just enjoy the view. By the time I get home I'm exhausted.
I check the garage and I see my dads beat up Toyota which means him and my mom are home. And I'm thinking "Yay, time to endure some more bullshit"
I get in the house and immediately I am pushed up against the door by my dad and he asks why I'm not at school.
I say "I had to go home and rest because I got bleached poured on me."
He starts to laugh and says " I'm sorry you got bleach poured on you?" And he continues laughing like I'm a damn comedian.
And I say "yes."
He looks at me and then my clothes and then sees the bleach stains all over then and says "welp I hope you have other clothes to wear" and I say " I only have one other outfit and that's all" and he says "then wear it."
He lets me go up to my room which has a beat up broken dresser and a mattress and a blanket that's tearing up. I use a old stuff animal that I got as a kid for a pillow.
I go take a shower and I use the rest of my body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.
I guess I'll have to go buy some more at the dollar store tomorrow during lunch.
I get back into my room and I prefer to sleep in just Panties and a oversized t-shirt and then I drift off to sleep awaiting the bullshit that's going to happen tomorrow.
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Non-FictionHello, my name is Taylor smith and I go to a public high school. I am a junior and I am 16 years old. I have black hair and dark brown eyes. I get bullied by everyone, even by my teachers. My parents don't care about me at all, mainly because they...
