Only mine

O n e

Hazel Williams
"HAZEL, GET THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!" I heard my mother scream from downstairs. I honestly wish I was never her daughter.

She was drunk. Again. Groaning, I got up. Every single fucking day I got up she was as drunk as a skunk. Man, fuck her.

I walked downstairs to see my mother making out with a random dude in the kitchen.  "Ew. Gross" I said with a grimace laying on my face.

"Shut up you failed abortion..." I heard her new "boyfriend" say. Uh, bitch.

She laughed as I walked to the fridge and saw... nothing. No food, no clean stuff, I won't be surprised if we don't have water. I walked over to the sink and turned it on, the water started. Well, would you look at that.

I just walked up in my room and got dressed in a white top and a floral skirt. The top covers all of the bruises on my stomach, perfect.

I put my hair in a low ponytail.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the house. Sometimes I wish I could just run away.

I knew my mother wouldn't drive me to school since she was doing God knows what with that old man. An image of my mom having sex popped up in my mind and I gagged erasing it from my memory.

I took out my headphones and plugged them in my phone. I clicked on "Kiss her you fool" by Kids That Fly and plopped my headphones into my ears. Peace.

15 minutes have passed and I stood in front of jail-school. Ahem. "This isn't a school, it's a prison" I thought to myself, well. Time to mentally prepare for this shit.

I entered the building and checked the time, it was 8:30 am, I still had half an hour so I decided to look for my classroom. Which I could, for your information, not find. I roamed around like a lost puppy.

After something that felt like a whole hour I finally found it. Well, that's one of the nicer classrooms I've seen.

The desks were all aligned perfectly, a projector sitting on top of the ceiling, the windows all spread out along the side wall. Cupboards full of candy for the students, and a special little closet with period essentials.

I entered the classroom not expecting anyone to be there, but to my surprise, there was a boy.
He had dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes, he was cute.

"Oh, hi!" He said, that honestly surprised me, I expected him to ignore me as soon as my eyes landed on the classroom.

"Hi." I muttered, I'm usually pretty shy, but I thought why not try to make some friends. I thought it could all go wrong for me.

"What's your name?" He asked with a wobbly smile, cute. "Oh, I'm Hazel, you?" I said while roaming around the classroom trying to look for a good seat, where I'm not visible.

"I'm Luca, I love your name by the way!" He exclaimed, well isn't he full of energy.

"Thanks." I said and sat on a chair at the last row, absolutely perfect. Now if I could just get someone tall to sit in front of me.

At the moment he wanted to say something, people rushed into the classroom. I pulled out my books and notebooks, I wasn't really going to do any work, I'm just gonna fake it.

The moment an elderly woman entered the classroom, silence fell. She scanned around the room, her eyes landing on me. Well, if she could see me, because I hit the jackpot. In front of me sat the 6'1 or so jock.

"Hi everyone, as you can see, we have a new student, her name is Hazel, Hazel Williams. Now be quiet." She said with a harsh tone. Way to go lady.

A girl with brown hair and green eyes sat beside me, she was absolutely beautiful. Wow. Well, isn't this going to be interesting?
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