Here with you

Chapter 1

Marie pov

Graduation is in a couple of days and I can say I'm really happy to be getting out of this horrible school. The teachers are very demanding and some are rude and just there for a check. Most will even let you know but I am sad that I will be leaving my friend behind. His name is Marcus and we met sophomore year. He was the one who came and talked to me since I'm shy.
He knew that I will getting bullied by some of the people in school so he decided to stick by me and we just grew close. He also tries to give me advice with my family. I talked to him about them and he says I should consider counseling but I knew if I did then the school would contact my parents and want to speak to them.

You would think speaking to them would change things but it only made it worse because they would deny anything I was saying about them. They would tell the counsel that I was making things up and acting out. They're manipulators.

I went to my last class of the day which was Spanish and we didn't really do anything because the teacher knew that graduation was coming up and she didn't have to give the class any work. So we just sat there while others were aloud to leave if they wanted. I would leave but I'd rather spend as much time away from home as I can.

That class ended and I was walking out of the school when I seen Marcus. "Hey Marcus!" I said. "Waddup M, how was Spanish class?" He asked. "It was okay, we didn't really do anything since graduation is in 3 days." I said. "Oh your lucky. My history teacher gave us a paper to do and it doesn't even count as a grade but he said he'll make it count if we don't do it." He said a lil mad. "Aha glad I don't have history." I said while grabbing my bike. "Yeah well I'll see you on the big day." He said walking to the bus. "I'll see you Marcus." I waved and got on my bike leaving.

I made it to my street and stopped one door down before riding anymore to go to my driveway bc I saw my mom walking in the house with groceries. Then after her my dad walked out of the garage and into the house. I rode my bike into the driveway and put it in the garage. I took a deep breath before I went through the back door.

As soon as I walked in the house I heard my mom say "Marie, you may won't to put your book bag down and help us put the food away." I turned to her and looked at what she got from the store. "You didn't get that much." I said. "But I still want you to help. As a matter of fact you put it up since you didn't attend the grocery store." She said and walked off. I looked at my dad and as soon as he was about to say something my mom said "come on dear! Don't talk to her she needs to put the food away." And he walked to the fridge and got a beer and left out the kitchen.

I still had my book bag on and I put the two little things she got from the grocery store in the cabinet. After that I went in my room and took off my school clothes.

After finally getting out of my clothes and into some comfy ones I opened my laptop and looked at all the colleges I got accepted to. I really wish Marcus was going to college with me but he wants to go later on and graduate high school and immediately work after. He says college can come any day so he's not really stressing. I applied to 9 different colleges and got accepted into them all and I can finally say I picked one to go to and it's the one I did a lot of research on and it's a really good college but it costs a lot but lucky for me I don't have no problem paying it back later on since I know I'll take out some student loans. I also applied for some scholarships and I got some from the college.

The thing I am worried about is telling my parents. They don't know that I want to go to college. They know that I have mentioned it but they say it's a waste and people who go to college don't ever be successful. I find that hard to believe because the best of the best people went to college. Even my dad went to college and he has a steady income and good job as an engineer. I think she doesn't like the topic because she didn't go.

But I know I'll have to tell them and I think I'll tell them tomorrow in the morning or when I catch them in a good mood.