y/n and the stupid thoughts of authors

Part two: Jessica.

I get bullied even though I am smarter then all these dipshits. Life started going even more down hill in high school. All these basic white girls make fun of me because I don't look like them. My main bully is named Jessica. She's absolutely perfect with gorgeous blonde hair and creamy, tan skin. It's like her face has never heard of the word acne. It pisses me off, but what can I do? 

"Y/N, get your ass down here! If you are late to school, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!" Y/N's father bellowed out from the living room couch. He was probably drinking again. He seems to be doing that a lot recently. 

I quickly threw my matted black locks into a low messy bun and shoved on a black hoodie. My tiny legs shimmied into some black leggings and that completed my outfit for the day. I wasn't really much of a jewelry person. 

I yawned and quickly made my way into the kitchen to grab a piece of toast. My father was passed out on the sofa listening to the news. I guess all the alcohol tired him out. As I made my way out the door, I heard girls laughing down the sidewalk. 

It was Jessica and her friends. Just my luck. And of course she had to spot me. The thing is Jessica and I used to be friends, but then after she found out my mother died, she ditched me. Claiming I was "too depressing to be around". 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't good old Y/N. Didn't think you would be coming back. I though after your mommy wommy died you would have joined her by now." This caused the other girls to start laughing and whispering about me. I've never wanted to disappear more in my life.

"Leave me alone, Jessica. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh please, what a dick you are. You're "not in the mood"? I don't give a fuck." She spat and glared at me, taking in my appearance as a whole. She was probably judging my horrible eyebags and messy hair, but I didn't have enough energy to care. 

I sighed to myself and began to walk away, but not before one of Jessica's friends yanked me by the arm, forcefully shoving me to the ground. "Ow, what the fuck!" I cursed under my breathe as another girl with brown hair kicked my chest. 

"Don't talk to us that way, bitch. You have no right. God, you're such a whore. That's why your dad's an alcoholic." This earned laughs from the other girls as they stalked off behind the brunette. 

"That's so leaving a mark," I thought, wincing as I stood up. I could really use a caramel latte right about now. 

Well, now that you've gotten a snippet into my life, I hope you can see why I think it sucks. But I have to keep going for my mom. It's what I think she would have wanted. Granted, I have no clue what she looks like, but relatives described her as an amazing person. I can't wait to meet her one day, but for now, I'm stuck with this horrible life I'm living.  And I guess there isn't much I can do about that... right...?