Holly's POV
Charlie drove down the opposite side of the street, and I watched as he did so. I hated going home because Larry, my older brother, doesn't get home until later and Jonathan, my other older brother, is at work. I sighed as I entered my home. I heard my dad yell, "Holly get in here!" I walked in the kitchen, too tired to deal with my dad. "Where have you been, young lady?" he asked scornfully. "At school." I replied glumly. My dad slapped me in the face, and didn't care as I fell to the ground. This is the same routine everyday with my dad. "Don't use that tone with me, Holly. I told you to stay home from school so I could use you as entertainment!" "I'm no jester!" I snapped back at him." He slapped me again before storming into his room. I got up and headed into my room knowing that I was going to have a bruise on my cheek tomorrow with nothing to cover it up. I taped up the picture Charlie drew in my room, which was the basement. My dad wouldn't let me have a room upstairs, but he still let me decorate the attic how I wanted as long as he didn't have to pay for it. I fell asleep in my clothes, too tired to care.
I got in the shower the next morning and braided my hair. I changed my clothes and put on my black shirt that said 'She's a Cowgirl, so don't mess with Her', my blue jean pants, and my cowgirl boots with a cowgirl hat. I leapt onto my motorcycle, which Jonathan picked up from the shop. I knew someone would ask about the bruise on my cheek, but hopefully no one would say anything.
Charlie's POV
I wore a green tee with straight jeans and drove to school. I parked my car tiredly and trudged in. I walked down the hallway and saw Holly run past me. She bumped into Mark, who looked annoyed and not in the mood for patience today. I walked over to the two and said before anything could break out, "Chill dude, she didn't know she bumped into you." Mark glared, then walked off. "You should be more careful in the halls," I commented politely, glancing at Holly's bruised cheek. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to run into your friend," Holly stammered, turning away. But then she glanced back at me, holding her cheek now. "C-can you tell him that I said s-sorry for running into him?" Holly asked. "Uh, yeah sure," I replied. "Later." "Later," I heard Holly mumble quietly before racing away.
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High School Romance
RomanceHolly is a young teenager who moves to New Hampshire fresh from Kentucky. She goes through many things in life with no one to catch her when she falls. But in her new school, everything changes. Charlie is a teenager who grew up in his hometown all...
