It was 2:48 in the morning, and the phone was ringing at full volume blasting. I was nearly half death and fully awake by the time I had answered the phone.
"Of course, it had to be the front office" I had thought to my self.
"Hello Melia?" They asked stupidly.
"Yes, what do you want?" I questioned iritatted.
"Yes, Melia we have a job for you, that would get you out of this hell hole for maybe an hour of two."
"Keep talking."
"Well, we need you to go do some grocery shopping." They said scaredly, because they where stupid to think I would reject the offer.
"Well duh, when do I start?" I was so happy that I got out of this hell hole for and hour or two, it was better than fucking nothing.
"At 12:00." They told me straight forwardly. I froze and couldn't move one inch, just the thought that everyone would see me, "What would they think of me?" I questioned
"Melia...melia you there?"
"Ohh yes, I'm sorry umm okay I guess, I would be honored." I stumbled upon my words.
Beep. I sat down on my bed and was shaking uncontrollably. Beep...beep...beep..
Beep. It was 12:00p.m sharp and I'm already out the front door. The adventure was just beginning.
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Scars (Clean)
Teen FictionA 16 year old teenager, abused during her child hood by her father after her moms death is seeking vengeance from her father.
