Chapter 8

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(We're skipping the scammer incident, though it happened)


" You can't keep getting such low marks Kid, the midterms are almost up aren't they?"

Rolling her eyes, Yaris holds the phone with her shoulder and ear as she attempts to get her shoes on, fumbling with her schoolbag. Her uniform was wrinkled senseless.

"I have work, it's hard to keep track, but I'm trying." She mumbles as she trips slightly.

She hears the man sigh on the other end of the phone, mumbling on about something.
"Your sister gets good grades, Maria can't take the stress of your lack of input."


Oh you wanna go huh bitch-



"Well my sister isn't living in poverty. Also why would MARIA be stressed about ME? I said I'm TRYING!"

"You can't just try! For ONCE can you listen! Always playing victim."

She hears him hiss out from the other end. The girl grits her teeth, finally getting her shoes on, before walking out of the house. The door slamming behind her in anger.

"Bu-" She tries to argues, only to be cut off by the stingy son of a bitch.

"It's Final. If your grades don't get better, We're cutting you off."


He cuts the call, making the girl gape, freezing on the spot. 








Oh my god . . . . . . . . . . . . this guy is the reason abortion is legal . . . . 



 . . . . . 




Yaris stares down at her work book blankly.




If the money runs out . . . . Shit

I could still survive . . . . no school, but I could survive . . . . should I stream???




No . . . that's not a reliable source of income. With no school, I could manage to survive if I worked different jobs. but that's not a second life worth living.








Damn you dad. . . . . can't even call him that anymore.





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