(Idk if you can see the picture of the girl. Since my iPad is being a wanker. But if you can thats the ideal look IM tying to go for her. If you it will be on the next chapter. This is not edited. So I'm sorry if its crappy grammar)
I stretched my arms up. My shirt rising making the scar on the right side of my stomach show. Living in a shitty town won't let you leave without at least a few scars. Me? I have more than just a few. My life is the epitome of shitty.
My name is Kimber M. Lawrence. I am currently a senior at Belonies high for girls. Yes, it was an all- girls school. No, it wasn't some 5 star private school for the elite or anything. It was simply made to help slow down the rate of teenage pregnancies. Not that it helped any. I'm 5 foot 6 inches of nothing but curves which I had inherited from no one considering my mother was stick and my father was heavier set. I had long blonde hair that reached down to my lower back and blue eye.
My life now, wasn't always terrible. I had a mother that loved me, and a father that I thought treasured us. But once he left my mom for some hussy half his age I knew his true colors. When he left my mother broke down. She started drinking excessively. And eventually she got into hard-core drugs. She didn't start off with a little bit of pot, or even coke. She went from being straight to shooting heroine up her veins every chance she got. We weren't rich by any means. Which is why when she couldn't get her fix she became enraged and she would hit me with anything that was closest to her. The worst was when she threw a plate at my head, which still had left over chicken on it from that nights dinner and ended up with 6 stitches along my eyebrow. I never would of even ended up in the hospital if it weren't for my screaming fit that got the neighbors attention. May I inform you I was 6 at this time. I didn't know where daddy went, or why mommy wanted to hurt me so bad. I never complained though. I knew some people had it worse. I only got hit once and when we had no money left to spend on drugs.
If it weren't for my Aunt Amelia I don't think I'd be alive today. She would bring us bags of groceries every few weeks. Nothing huge, just some low grade fruit, white bread and cereal. Most of the time we didn't even have milk.
I was now 17 years old. When my mother chucked something at me, I wouldn't say a word. Just bend down and pick up whatever smashed. If I was seriously hurt I would walk over to my friend Jennies who lived at least 3 miles away and have her mom fix me up. When I turned 16 I got a job at a local gas station. As I mentioned before, this was indeed a shitty town so you were never carded to buy alcohol, or cigarettes. We simply took your money. Which is why my mother made me buy her booze there while I was working. When I got payed at the end of every month my mother would take over 80% and say it was for having to deal with my lazy ass. Then she would sit back in her recliner and take a large chug from her vodka stash.
Now, since we're done with formalities let me get back to my story.
The yawn that ripped from my mouth was anything but lady like. My mouth opened wide and the sound echoed off the walls of the empty classroom. Apparently my behavior in Mr. Withers class was unacceptable. And now I had 3 days worth of life-sucking detention.
Mr. Withers looked up from his novel and glared at me from behind his thick rimmed glasses. Shrugging I went back to writing "I will not use foul language in class." Over and over again on the lined paper I was provided. Thinking back to what had happened made a chuckle spring from my mouth. This girl Lynn kept throwing little pieces of paper in my hair. Finally she threw a chewed up wad of paper and I had lost it. I told her if she didn't cut the shit i'd shove my foot so far up her ass she'd taste leather for a month. Then, to add to it I call her an anorexic bitch and shoved the wad of paper in your t-shirt. And now, Que another glare from mr. Kill-joy. Thinking of how my mother will react smacked the grin right off my face. Oh no. I'm so dead. Literally.
