𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, Miguel Diaz

S01:E02

•~3rd person P.O.V~•
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? Most people believe they see their mom, their dad, or a mixture of the two. Rachel Lawrence saw her father, Johnny Lawrence, every day when she looked in the mirror and she hated it. She never saw her mom, not that she wanted to but she'd rather see her mom than her dad.

Her dad was a drunk, but there was a point in time when he wasn't. He didn't start drinking heavily until she was ten. Before then, he was the greatest dad she ever knew, he was her hero. Her mom was a drug addict, what she was addicted to changed from time to time, ever since she was born. Rachel had actually been born addicted to drugs, her dad said her mom promised him that she'd stop doing drugs for her. Obviously, that wasn't true.

"I have to go to school or else Uncle Johnny will go to jail," Rachel explained to Elaine, her little cousin who she'd taken care of since she was thirteen, Elaine even called her mom.

Elaine let out a small whimper, she hated being away from Rachel and it pained Rachel to leave her, but she had to go to school at least once every two weeks. She was always able to make up her schoolwork, so why did it matter if she was actually there? School simply seemed like an exaggerated daycare.

Rachel quickly picked up Elaine, placing her on her hip and dropping her off at a fellow neighbor's house. Her dad was nowhere to be seen, it pissed her off beyond belief but she just hoped he was out looking for another job and not drinking.

As she looked through the halls, she saw all the girls staring at her. Well, not all of them, just the preppy ones who seemed to have their heads up their asses. The ones who dressed up as if school was some honorary event, while Rachel wore her light purple sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt with her black crocs.

She wished she had the motivation to dress like them, maybe if her situation was different she would. That always intrigued her. You could usually tell someone's home life by their clothes, sometimes Rachel's theory was wrong but most of the time she was right.

Rachel plopped down at her usual lunch table with Eli and Demetri, stealing Demetri's pudding cup and propping her feet up on the table. Demetri rolled his eyes, he'd told Rachel more than once about her 'disgraceful defacing of school property', his exact words by the way, Rachel wasn't the smartest but she thought that was what you described graffiti, not propping your feet up on a lunch table.

"Good afternoon, Rachel, you've been absent...what? Three weeks until now? What tempted you to come to school today?" Rachel took a bite of the chocolate pudding before answering.

"A little thing called truancy." She gave Demetri a smile that made him roll his eyes. "We've been friends for six years now and you still refuse to call me Rach." Rachel's eyes met with Eli's, if you asked her who her favorite person was then you'd hear his name in a heartbeat. "Nice sweater Eli, it's cute." She winked, laughing when a pink blush covered his cheeks. Rachel always jokingly flirted with him, you couldn't count on one hand how many times people had asked them if they were dating.

"Are you...?" Eli whispered.

"High? Yes, I very much am, I love how observant you are." She smiled, tilting her head to the side, her blonde hair falling in front of her shoulders.

"Uh, Miguel, this is Rachel." Rachel looked forward, suddenly seeing the boy who Demetri seemed to be talking to. She hadn't seen him at first, and she hadn't seen him in school before. He had tan skin, brown hair, and big brown eyes, to sum it up, he was adorable.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you, and please call me Rach." Rachel gave him a smile, Miguel didn't know how to respond. He was sure she was sitting at the wrong table when she had first sat down. She looked like she could be one of the rich girls they'd been staring at before.