Dec. 1 1928~
Margaret's POV
It was a cool evening, cause it was winter of course.
My mom was at home, but I didn't bother to go home. She's in there drinking like crazy. My father went to work, he works at a shitty mechanic company. He only gets paid a dollar an hour. He only spends it on Vodka. Nothing for me. You may call me "greedy" but I don't mean that. I mean that if I'm sick, for example, he doesn't care enough to buy me medicine, or check me in with the doctor. We can barely pay house rent too. That's crazy shit. I have to spend my "birthday" alone, too.
I walk alone to school, because I have no friends. I am in search for some though. I think some guy likes me there though. It honestly scares me. The teachers call me popular. I am really not.
*At school*
I unlock my locker, grabbing my books at look in the mirror before I go to Spanish. "I am pretty good at Spanish" I think I said that in my head, but I didn't. Everyone looks at me in surprise that I said something.
*Bullys pov*
"Look at that loner, talking like she's good at it"
I said proudly. All my friends laugh.
"Look female, if you wanna be good at it, why not you ask your dad?!"
I said again proudly, but this time I laugh, so do my friends.
Omg, this bitch gave me a stare. She's so scared. Lol.
*Margarets POV*
"Why does this insecure jerkface even make fun of me? Or my dad?" I thought.
The bell rang when I finally found a reason. "Oh for fuck sake!!" I think. I ran up the stairs to class. We have a substitute today. Great.
(END OF C. 1!!!)
