August 16th, 7:30 a.m.
I open my eyes to a loud blaring noise, I groan, slamming my fist down to turn off the alarm. Great, first day of school and already gonna be late. I pull on a gray sweatshirt over my plain white t-shirt, pulling on a black skirt before running down the stairs and taking a piece of toast last minute. I see the pack of cigarettes and beer bottles laid out on the table, I glance to see no sign of my parents car. Typical day, an hour of a walk, great..
8:40 a.m.
I sprint down the road, panting heavily as I attempt to keep my skirt from pulling up. I slam open the door, continuing to sprint down the hallways before a lousy old teacher yells at me. I open the door to my classroom, about 40 eyes dart over to look at me, I slowly make my way over to an empty seat while listening to the lecture the teacher gave about me being late.
12:25 p.m.
I carry a lunch tray, glancing down at all the teenagers gathered around at the tables with their friends, I shed a sigh, awkwardly sitting next to a random pair of girls. They glare at me and huff before trotting off with their pink purses and bleached white high heels. I play with the, at least what I think, is mash potatoes. It's all brown and mushy, it doesn't look appetizing. I can skip a meal.
Two obnoxious boys sit beside me, laughing and throwing around the disgusting food. A glob of mash potatoes plants right on my sweatshirt, I sigh, wiping it off with a napkin. They immediately apologize, I shrug and walk off. Dumping the non appealing food into the trash bin.
2:53 p.m.
I bite my lip until it bleeds, I watch as it trickles down onto my paper, the red liquid absorbing into the paper creating a wet, red spot. Five minutes left until we can leave, we're currently in math, how do I tell the teacher I don't know anything she's talking about? I look over and my mind goes blank, I see HIM, I feel my throat get dry, I can't breathe, I feel dizzy and nauseous. I need somewhere to hide, anywhere please? He glanced at my way, my vision blurs and my mind goes blank. He approaches about to say something. The bell rings. I grab my things, sprinting off to the bathroom.
8:00 p.m.
My parents still aren't home, I'm hungry. I open the fridge to see nothing but a pair of broken eggs and expired milk. Pizza it is for tonight.
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Betrayal
Romance----- Aubrey Rainer and Justin Lake have always had some sort of anger exchanged between them. But as growing older into high school years it turned into constantly bickering and fighting for academic achievements between the two. Will one trip bet...
