Your name is Crystal (Chris, Chrissy)
You're a female
You're also a lesbian
You have problems at home but your teacher doesn't know.
Miss Rebecca Alan is a Historical teacher
If she found out about your home life she'd shut you down. You're like h...
Crystal wakes up in her small box room. The shiver crawls all through her body. Her dirty mattress that is placed on the floor. No bed just a mattress.
As she rubs her eyes awake she sits up. She winced as she feels the large bruise on her cheek bone, from the night before. Dylan...her dad...
Chris gets up and walks to her little closet to pick out an outfit. Her parents buy her things to hide her abusive environment. They want to make her seem lived when they hate her guts...
She picks out some black jeans, a white long sleeve shirt and a T-shirt over the top.
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As she fluffs down her top and grabs her shoes. She walks out of her room and walks down the hallways to hear her parents arguing as usual.
She makes her way down the large staircase. Her family is quite wealthy, but they don't care for her. Her brother on the other hand who doesn't live with her sadly, is forgotten by his parents. They don't care about him anymore since he moved out. He'd take Chris if he could.
The pain crawls through Chris' head as her headache powers through. Today is going to be hard. First day back at school. She'll be graduating next year.
As she takes her last step, she walks into the kitchen and goes to get something to eat. Her hand grasped the fridge handle however was abruptly stopped as she felt a handful of her hair being brutally yanked. "Touch it, I'll kill you" she wasn't shocked, she just turned to her dads voice. You can't get anything out of the fridge. "I just wanted something for breakfast" her words came out in a cry, her voice cracked... you could hear the pain. This wasn't an unusual occasion. She took her hand off the handle and looked into her fathers eyes.
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Pure evil gloss shone through, eyeing in disgust his daughters trait. With one move he pulled Chris away from the fridge with her hair. He pushed her into the living space. "Get to fucking school" his words violently slapped her. But there wouldn't be a make. Only in her head. "And don't bother taking the car..." Chris turned to the stairs to see her mother walking and pointing at her"get some exercise you fat bitch" that hurt. Was she fat? Did other people see her like that?
