laundry weapons

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i woke up to the smell of strong detergent. then i remembered i tried to overdose on tide pods. shame it didn't work i could've gotten reece's attention.

i stared intensely at my reflection. my dark eye bags from crying all night weighed down my basic facial features. big plump juicilicious lips, giant doll eyes, tiny button nose and my flawless bone structure.

UGH IM SO BASIC.

i dress up wearing one of my guy bestfriends football jersey, it's so big it reaches past my knees. i leave my bedroom and walk downstairs and see my adoptive parents.

"hello to my beautiful perfect angel daughter! would you like some fresh fluffy pancakes with milk for breakfast?" my adoptive dad asked.

milk. that word haunts me till this day.

"DAD WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT OFFERING ME MILK!!!!! I STILL HAVE TRAUMA WHEN MY BIOLOGICAL MOTHER TRIED DROWNING ME IN HER BREAST MILK WHEN I WAS A BABY!!!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???!!!" i screamed as i stormed out of the house.

i finally made it to school. the boys love it when i skateboard to school it has them all waiting in the front of the school for me. but i didn't see reece so it didn't matter.

nothing mattered.

as i am approaching the steps to school i see a huge crowd. reece emerges from the crowd with a bouquet of roses. he starts walking up to me.

"hey avery baby, i just wanted to say how sorry i am. i should've never broken up with you. would you like to be my girlfriend for liferssss?" reece the sexy mf asked.

"o-o-o-o-o-of c-course i will be your g-g-girlfriend" i answered.

he looked at me funny. he stopped smiling.

"i can't be with someone who stutters, i'm sorry." reece told me as he ran away from the school. britney's atrocious giggling deafened my senses.

i started sobbing my eyes out. the ptsd from my childhood abandonment hit me like a truck on a monday morning.

i devoured the bottle of bleach and my world turned dark.

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OMG POOR AVERY!!!! WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO???? WHY DOES REECE HATE STUTTERING SO MUCH???!!

please don't hate my book it's my first time writing.

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