"YOU PEICE OF SHIT", my mom screeched scowling,"YOU CANT EVEN WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOT FUCKER!" She lifts her hand and when it comes crashing down its power causes me to fall from my bed to the filthy hardwood floor. She slams the door, signaling her exit. I pick myself up and glance at the mirror to asses the damage that wench did. I see my usual bright white
hair, pale skin and green eyes. Except there is a bruise already forming on my cheekbone where the floor hit, and a black circle around my eye. Joy, I thought, covering what I could with my hair then throwing on a sweatshirt so the hood covered up some of the bruising, and so the sleeves covered her blisters and cuts. Just one of the perks of living in this house. I wasn't even the one who put them there. School is gonna suck today. 7 hours of teachers making me feel like a spot light with the power of a thousand suns is on me all day sounds like another piece of the hell that is my life. Sighing, I went downstairs to leave the pit of perdition that is my home.
YOU ARE READING
The Wonderful Adventures of Quin Langford
Teen Fiction"YOU PEICE OF SHIT", my mom screeched scowling,"YOU CANT EVEN WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOT FUCKER!" She lifts her hand and when it comes crashing down its power causes me to fall from my bed to the filthy hardwood floor. She slams the door, signalin...
