Ilas's life is far from great, suffering with an abusive stepmother, her alcoholic father who just died and abusive brother who wants her dead (her stepmother like minded in that regard). Ila decides to make their wishes come true when the perfect o...
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The school bell rang signaling the end of class
" The bell doesn't dismiss you!" Mr. Crockwell's voice boomed" Conner sit DOWN "
Conner groaned
"As you all know today was the last day before winter break, meaning I will be assigning everyone...." he paused for a dramatic effect, and flourished
" HOLIDAY HOMEWORK!" his mouth shifted under his shaggy mustache hiding the smallest grin.
"But...., not the homework you're all used to. This year, me and Miss Marvin the second Junior years homeroom teacher across the hall, decided to spice things up a bit. Instead of submitting the usual history report we will be doing a report on what you did to spend your break, you can submit it any form really a power point, a video, a picture, a TikTok etc....."
I sighed and pulled out my phone.
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The walk home would take me around 25 minutes, not that I was complaining. The late arrival to my hell of a home was welcome. I didn't know how I was even going to turn in this project when I didn't even have a family who would care if I came home or not.
"Don't forget to get your permission slips signed for the school trip in January!" Mr. Crockwell called out as we filed out of the room.
The cold winter wind clawed at my scarf threatening to make it his own as I left the schools gates. The scarf wrapped around my head was the only thing that I was wearing that was meant for cold weather, the rest of my clothes barely prevented me from getting pneumonia.
I hugged the scarf closer to me, it smelled like the fire that burned in my grandmother's fireplace in her cabin up north in Canada. I only went there once when I was 15. It was when my mom died. My dad needed some alone time and my grandmother said I could go live with her for the rest of that summer. Not that he was really alone seeing as he already married another woman when I came back.
I chuckled to myself at the irony
Laughing is my way of hiding myself from the pain I was feeling. I've been doing it for the past two years since moms' death. Usually when people are sad, they cry, the get angry, they SHOW the emotions their feeling, but I just,
