What's My Purpose In Life

A New Friend

Here is Chapter 3. Can you guys please and I mean pretty pretty please with a cherry on top please vote. Also leave a comment I want to know what you guys think about the story so far.

As I had expected they were not here. Good. I think I had more pain going up the ladder than I did going down. When I finally got in my room, I looked at my clock and was 7:30 in the morning and school starts at 8:30. I went downstairs, got a towel from the closet that has all of the towels, and headed for the bathroom. When I got in from of the bathroom I stopped and went to my room to get my radio. I kind of have a tradition where after a night of beating the next day I blast music in the bathroom as I shower. I went back to the bathroom, plugged it, and raised the volume. My jam, Save the World by Swedish House Mafia, came on. I sang and stripped out of my clothes at the same time. Put on a shower cap and took a shower. After my shower I took my towel from the handle, wrap it around me, took off the shower cap, lower the volume, unplug the radio, take it in one hand, take my clothes in my other hand, and went to my room.

I put my clothes on my bed and plugged in my radio from there I just got ready for a miserable day of school. Well, it’s not that miserable since I have a great teacher. After putting on my clothes, I went to bathroom and brush my teeth and combed my hair. When I was done, I got my backpack and put it in the living room. I went to get some breakfast, which was cereal, and watched some TV at the same time. When I was done I washed my bowl and spoon and put it away. Put on my jacket, get my keys, locked the door and headed for school. I was nervous since I still had some bruising for the gang up, but I’ll make an excuse for it.

When school ended, I shaking in my Nike sneakers. I didn’t want to go through the front door. I wasn’t ready to face them at all. I didn’t want to see them so I went to the ladder again and got in. As soon as I got in my room, I started to do my homework. After awhile, I hear screaming and arguing.

Is there is a single day when Miranda and Joseph don’t argue or “disagree”. Don’t get why this house hold can’t be peaceful for one second. I can’t take anymore. One day, I swear I’m going to walk out of that door and never walk back in. Or I might climbed out of the window and never climb back in. I continued my work until it was done. I put my books and folder away in my backpack and went to my bed to just lie down. When I got up from my seat, I felt a sharp pinch in my right hip. I stood firmly on the ground and the pinch was gone. When I lifted my leg again, I felt the pinch. I started feeling around my right hip and I heard a crackle and I checked my pocket and it was folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and it read:

Kayla Pereira

324 Madison Ave

Union, NJ07083

(908) 784-8939

I remembered that today was Bring Your Child to Work Day and Mrs. Perri brought her 17 year old daughter with her. Most teachers' daughters or sons from my past were pretty or handsome, but they were so mean and nasty. They made us cry and pleading to go home.

She was different. She was gorgeous, smart, and nice. Whenever she could help she did. I guess my sadness was visible because after school she gave me her phone number and address and said 'If you ever need me go to this address or call this number'. Then she hugged me and let me go home. I wish I was with her. She is so nice. I would have her as my mom any day. Actually, if I were to die to day, my only wish is to have her as my mom. Unfortunately, that would never happen. I folded the paper back up and placed safely under stack of papers in my night stand. My growled repeatedly. I would have gone downstairs to get something to eat, but I’m not really to go face to face with them.

After multiple stomach growls I went downstairs, I decided that if there is a beating awaiting me then I might as well get it out of the way. I really don’t want to go downstairs. I mean I rather die from starvation then die from beat downs. Or may be I’d rather have it the other way around? I don’t know. I slowly and cautiously exited my room and went down the stairs until I got to the door frame of the kitchen. Dad was reading a newspaper and drinking god knows what while Mom was doing work on the visiting nurse laptop today. They didn’t even notice me.

“Hi,” I said almost inaudible, but somehow they heard me. They didn’t even l look up at me.

“Where were you?” Dad asked surprisingly in a calm voice.

“I came home right after school. I didn’t stop at the kitchen and say ‘hi’. I also walked in very quietly,” I said a little than before.

“Ok,” he said before taking a sip of whatever he was drinking from his “precious” big red cup. I stood there for a while before pouring myself some orange juice. I am really confused as to why they were calm. I mean I don’t like when they start yelling for no apparent reason. But like who died? Did Dad loose his job? I have gotten late home or not said ‘hi’ to them before and I got beat down, hit, and yelled at. Don’t get me wrong, I HATE the beatings and the aftermath of the beatings. When I was done, I put the juice away and washed my cup and put it away and went straight to my room. I got my towel, went to bathroom, took a shower, put the towel around my chest, went to my room, and put my pajamas on and went to bed. I’m just glad that I didn’t get beat down today. With that I fell fast asleep.