Escape

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. I groan and press snooze. I get up and start getting ready. I wake up at 5 every morning because my dad usually gets up pretty early for some reason. And when he does it's not good when I'm there. So I like to leave by 6. I put on some leggings, a red flannel shirt and some converse and start walking to school until my phone rings. I look at it and it says that it's Michael. "Hello?" I answer. "hey." He mumbles with his morning voice. "Come to my house. I wanna walk to school with you." He continues. "Alright. But you need to hurry up." I laugh and hang up. I go to his house and walk on in seeing as he's probably getting ready. I go to his room and lay on the bed and start thinking about life and what not. I'm 15 now. Michael is 18 but he got held back a lot as a kid. So he's a freshman with me. I sometimes make fun of him for it but he knows that I'm kidding. He's really smart... He just doesn't care about school. School isn't his thing. Video games are his life. He's really good at playing guitar. He doesn't know that I know that he plays. He usually plays alone. His parents aren't really for it. They want him to grow up to be something amazing like a lawyer or a doctor. But no. That's not Michael Clifford. My dad is just getting worse. Now he's not just drinking, he's started doing drugs. Not drugs like weed. More like meth and ecstasy. Oh and not just maybe once or twice a month. More like every night or every other. Michael knows and doesn't want me around my dad. Like at all. So he stays with me during the night until I fall asleep and then he leaves. My dad hits me when I'm around. Because apparently I'm the reason that my mom got cancer and died. I know that I'm not the reason that happened. But it still hurts my feelings to know that my own father hates me. I miss mom too. But we can't change the past.
When 7 o'clock rolls around, Michael finally says that he's ready to go. "Finally." I laugh. "I'm sorry. I have to look good today." He laughs and looks in the mirror. "And why is that?" I smile and walk over to him. "Well. There's this girl that I've kinda liked for a while." He winks. "Oh really? And who is that?" I smile thinking that he would say me. "Oh um. Autumn." He shrugs. I sigh. "Oh yeah. Autumn. I forgot." I walk back to his room and sit on the bed. Autumn is his girlfriend and has been for well over a year. I kept telling myself that I don't like Michael but I see couples and surprisingly he's the only guy that I can see myself with even though I know deep down that he will never like me like that. He's the edgy type and I'm well... Me. I'm quirky and nerdy most of the time. I know how to have fun I will give myself that. "Are you ready?" He laughs. "Oh yeah." I get up and we start walking to school. "So... How's stuff with your dad?" He asks. "Oh. Great." I smile. "Don't lie to me. I'm not stupid." He rolls his eyes. "I was being sarcastic so lose the attitude Clifford." I laugh. "It's the same. He's still drunk all the time. He hasn't yelled at me in a while though. Which is good. I'm not really around him enough to know what he's doing." I shrug. He nods. "Oh. Look I'm really sorry about all that. Really I am. He's a douche and deserves to be ripped apart. I'll kill him myself." He grits his teeth. "Hey. Chill out. It's fine." I laugh and rub his back softly.
When we get to school there are a lot of people in the lobby staring at me. Forget staring. More like looking and whispering things about me. "What's going on?" I whisper to Michael. "I have no idea." He shrugs and keeps walking. I walk up to my friend and smile. "Hey girl. How's your day going?" I lean against the wall to talk to her. "Why didn't you tell anyone that your dad beats you?" She asks. Okay... Yeah. Michael is the only person that knows. I've never told anyone else. I've never seen a point in it. So I've never told anyone so he must've told. I told him not to. "Who told you that?" I ask her. "Michael told someone. And then he told everyone. So everyone is talking about it. I can help you out if you want." She rubs my shoulder. I grit my teeth and walk away. I walk up to Michael. "Hey. What the fuck? Why did you tell?" I grab his arm. "What the hell are you talking about Macy?" He pulls me in a supply closet so people wouldn't hear us talking. "Why did you tell everyone that my dad beats me? I told you not to." I raise my voice a little. "I don't know what your talking about. I didn't tell anyone. Stop yelling. Why would I tell?" "I don't know. But everyone knows now. So thank you. Thanks a lot for doing that." I sigh and walk out of the closet. "I didn't tell anyone." He yells as I walk away. "Obviously you did. So just leave me alone. For good." I roll my eyes and walk away from my best friend.

I'm sorry that this isn't that good. It will get better I promise!!