Why?

Why? Ch. 1 School Days

Chapter 1: School Days

I woke up at three o'clock in the morning for having nightmares. But, it was nothing new to me.

I couldn't sleep again so I decided to lay on my bed until six-thirty. I got out of bed and checked myself in the mirror.

My light brown hair that reached my waist was so messy from my tossing and turning in bed. My hazel eyes looked dull and tired. And my form was sloppy but it can hardly be noticed because of my 5'8 height.

I went to the bathroom and did the morning routine. After I brushed my long hair, I went to my dresser and put on some regular looking pants and a t-shirt a size bigger.

I went down hoping that my foster father was still asleep from having to much alcohol. I then went outside and began my 30 minute walk to school.

My limbs were sore from walking because of the activities last night. My father was so drunk that he decided to make me a ball for batting practice.

When I got to school, it was a complete ghost town exept for the staff opening up. I usually get to school these times whenever I have sleepless nights. Sometimes, may be even a little late from the exhaustion of getting beaten. I went to my locker and got my books. I then waited for the bell to ring at my spot. A bench that was hardly seen from the school's parking lot.

Students began piling in and I walked to my first class and sat at the farthest corner at the back of the class. I waited for the second bell to ring so we could start class.

The bell finally rung and Ms. Michelle walked in. And the start of my everyday school life began.

Lunch came around and I sat at the smallest table at the back of the cafeteria by the trash bins. People throw trash at the bins and sometimes misses and hits me like I'm not there.

I sighed and murmured to myself,"same old, same old." After I finished my meal, the bell still hadn't rung and I headed to the library. Nothing like peace and quiet to help me relax a bit.

When the last bell rung, I got out of class last and headed to my locker. On my way to the exit of school, I overheard a couple of Pinecrest High's top gossip queens. One said"O.M.G.! Did you hear that there will be a new transfer student here tomorrow?" Another said"Oh yeah! I hope he's hot!" The third one said"I hear he's a bad boy and got expelled from his last school for being in a fight." The rest was all a blur as I passed by them to the exit.

Some part of me wanted to go home and rest but another was scared of what I might find in the house.

When I got to our front porch, I was reluctant to go in. But I pushed the door open and heard my father yell"Emilia! Get your sorry butt in here!" something told me that he was extra hammered today.

I went to the living room and saw my father holding a bat and a knife. I stood there shocked to see my father with a knife. He never done that before. He then said in a low and dangerous voice"Come closer, Emilia." That seemed to get me out of my trance and stammered"W..w..what ar..re yo...ou doing with a knife?" he growled and said"Come here now!"

Too scared to disobey, I walked toward him cautiously. When I was within a hand's reach, he jerked forward and grabbed my hair and slowly lifted the knife. He then said, "We need to cut your hair, Emilia." The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine and said slowly"Why?" He snarled and said"It's as long as your mother's hair now!" He then withdrew the knife and cut my hair. After that, he said"Good. Now, stay quiet." I knew what he meant by that. But, he surprised me by slicing my arm downwards. And that earned a yelp of hurt and surprise. He then batted me over and over again until I couldn't move. After an hour or so of the beating, he stopped and I could only make out that smile on his face and before everything turned black

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