Vivian Carter, the girl in photography that keeps to herself. She hides behind her camera and doesn't talk to anyone. Shes been looking for a job and finally gets offered a babysitting job.
The little sister of George Ruzek.
George Ruzek, the popula...
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"You're so ungrateful, I let you live in this house and you can't even remember to make me breakfast!" My father yelled
"I'm sorry, I was just about to but I had to get ready for school" I said quietly.
He kicked me in the stomach multiple times before backing off, "Make me some food!"
He left the room and sat on the couch in the living room. I groaned in pain as I got up and started making him some eggs and toast. I finished making it and walked over to the couch giving it to him but before I could walk away, I got a punch to the face.
"My drink! God you can't even remember that" He yelled.
I ran off to the kitchen to grab him a beer before giving it to him and running out of the house before he could do anything else.
At least I had a car, that I paid for myself and it's a piece of shit but what are you going to do about it. I got in my car and started driving to school.
I got to the parking lot of my school and pulled down my mirror to see the damage to my face. And of course there was a huge bruise right there.
The warning bell rang meaning I didn't have time to cover it up but luckily I wore a hoodie so I could just cover my face with it.
I got out of my car and ran inside the school to my first period. —————— Time skip
It's lunch time meaning I get to go to the photography room and develop pictures. I love doing this though. I love taking the photos and seeing how they turn out. Plus it's easy to hide behind the camera.
I wouldn't have anyone to sit with if I went to lunch anyways. People barely notice me, and when I say barely I really mean not at all.
It wasn't always like this though. My father was a good person but after my mother died, he turned to alcohol. He blame me too, and I blame myself. It was my fault, I was the one who asked to go to the park. I was the one distracting her my driving and not seeing the red light. I killed her.
"Vivian you okay?" Mrs. Anderson brought me out of my thinking. Mrs. Anderson is the photography teacher and the one teacher I trust the most. She sees my bruises but she never ask questions, never wants to make me uncomfortable.
"Yeah, yeah i'm fine. What do you need?" I asked her.
"Actually, I have a job for you. I know you've been looking for a job and I found one. My friend needs a babysitter for her little girl Lily, she's 3. I was wondering if you would be interested?"
"Oh yes, that would be perfect! Thank you!" I hugged Mrs. Anderson who just laughed and hugged me back.
"Of course, I have your number so i'll send you the address and time when you should be there. They want you to babysit tonight since they have a date night and their son has a football game"
Luckily it's a Friday night so my dad won't be home till late. I might be able to get away without a beating.
"Yeah that sound perfect" I said pulling away from the hug.
"Okay, i'll tell them you'll be there" Mrs. Anderson said before she left.
I continued doing the pictures before the bell rang and I had to head to my class which was history.
I sat in the back corner like I always did, no one bothered me, ever.
Soon people started piling into the classroom and then our teacher, Mr. Johnson, came in.
"Good afternoon class, today it's just notes but I have an announcement at the end so let's get right to it okay"
I took out my notebook and started doing all the notes that he was making us wrote down. Class was almost over so Mr. Johnson told us to pack our stuff so we could leave right after the announcement.
"Alright so we have a project coming up. I know, I know. Groan all you want but you'll enjoy it" he said when a chorus of groans went throughout the classroom.
Mr. Johnson explained the project before telling us the real news, "It will be a partner project, but I will be picking your partners."
He explain that he would be picking our partners for us on Monday and then the bell rang.
Everyone left the class room and either went home or to their next class. Luckily for me, I'm a senior and get to go home early.
I walked out of the school and went to my car. I pulled out my phone and saw I had a text from Mrs. Anderson with the address, time and name of the people.
It was 2:30 and the time to go see them was 5 so I had time to go home and cover my bruise. I started my car and drove home. Luckily my dad wasn't home so I was safe.
I went up to my room and laid on my bed.
"Let's see how this goes" —————— Author Alrightttt first chapter what do y'all thinkkkkk omg and btw usually chapters aren't this short but yk it's the first on i usually make them 1,000 words but anyways i hope you guys enjoy this book mwahhh love you smmm- shay
