𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

Simone's POV:

By myself. I'm pretty sure that's a great way to explain my life in two words.

Usually there's men coming in and out of my mother's bedroom. It's nothing new but I still gag at the thought of my own mother's body being taken advantage of for money. Never have I wanted dad to come back more than I did now. He left for another family of 2 daughters and 1 son because of my mothers drug addiction. I still wonder from time to time if he'll come and check on us. I have his number but he's hard to get to. Mom has no self respect now without him and it hurts to think about it.

I just wish our little family will come back together again. But let's be real wishes aren't real and they don't come true. That's why it's a wish.

I put my uniform on and wipe away my thoughts. I throw on my navy blue flared pants and a white polo shirt. Then, I brush through my long brunette hair that reaches my lower back, and finally throw my almost-broken up book bag over my shoulder.

I take a deep breath knowing that school has never been easy for me. My classmates think I'm weird because of my broken family and mostly my mom. They make fun of me thinking I'll fall into the same path but deep down I'm afraid of that happening too.

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This class is another kind of playground. The game is rough and the toughest one stands. I refuse to let them see my weakness. The whiff of air here is different. It's cold.

Like I've just entered a different world. It's cruel and nothing but it.

I take a sort-of long walk to my seat, since I prefer to sit in the back. Back here I don't have to deal with anyone since I'm alone to myself. It's peaceful. Until I get looks and giggles from people turning their heads to scan for another joke to crack.

Laughs and whispers spread around from Zion and his idiot friends as I walk to my chair.

"Bro no wonder why she always sits alone, she's a total freak!" They all laugh at Brandon's lame joke. But never seem mention the fact that he's adopted himself. I roll my eyes and take out my notes. I try not to let these delinquents words get to me and fuck up my day.

I glance at Zion after noticing him looking at me and laughing from afar and I wonder how he could shamelessly put on such a tough act and target me. I'm so tired of it. He thinks he's such tough shit. He's no better than me and it's stabbing me at my skin how full of himself he is.

No matter how much I stay to myself or tell him off, he won't stop. And it's even worse when his friends gang up on me all at one time.

It's been painful months of him and his friends pushing me and even hitting me. I'm so sick of it. It's to the point where I have bruises on both arms from them punching me to get a laugh out of it and I play it off like it doesn't hurt but it really does.

I made up my mind. Fuck it. I'm going up to Zion and confronting him about his shit.

After class ends and passing period begins, I walk up to him talking to his friend in the hall. I harshly bump his shoulder with my hand, gaining his attention. "What's your problem with me?" I question obviously annoyed. He turns and tilts his head to his shoulder to look at where I bumped him and scans me up and down like I had the nerve to even touch him. But I didn't care I kept going. "You know what, Zion..You put on this rough act but you're not rough at all, you obviously have Mommy issues and I'm more than sure the whole school knows about it but doesn't want to hurt your poor broken heart ." I yell assertively, pouting my lips in an annoyed tone while waving my hands in quotations to really get at him. His eyebrows scrunched together and he glared at me furiously.