Surviving The Colem Family (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

I sit, staring at the paper in front of me. In all the classes, they had to put me in they put this one as the last class of the day. History. My worst subject.

Why do we even need to know about this crap? I'm not trying to be rude, but this is the only class I have trouble in. Other than science, this is one of the only reasons I don't want to come to school.

We only have 10 minutes left of class, and school, and I only have half of the test done! Again, why do we need to learn this stuff? It's so confusing!

I look back up at the clock. 5 minutes left. Shoot! I start to just start answering questions not caring if they were right or wrong.

Then, the bell rang. I finish the last couple I had and stand up. I collect my things and walk up to the front to hand my test to Mr. Sean.

I pray silently as I slowly make my way to the door. "Wait, Ms. Hearts. Come back here for a moment." He says. Shoot...

"Yes Mr. Sean?" I ask, walking back up to him slowly.

"I have to say. This isn't your finest work. You have an 'F' so far and I'm not even on the back yet." He replays coldly. I swear, this teacher has it out for me! If he could, he would probably kill me!

I glare at him while he's looking down at the paper. When he lifts his head up I beam at him with a fake smile that I had mastered over the year.

"Yes sir. I was just having a bit of... Trouble answering the questions. I tried my best." Lie, lie, semi lies all over the place! Not really. It was just a bit of exaggeration.

"Mmhm. Well, try harder next time." He flips my paper back to the front and writes a big fat F on the front with a big circle around it. He made sure I seen the paper when he set it down on his desk right in front of me.

I decide to leave before he can insult me again and I start walking towards the door again.

"Ms. Hearts?"

"Yes?" I pivot on my heals, rolling my eyes.

"Your paper." He points to my failed text with his pen without looking up.

I glare at him while I grumble under my breath and semi stomp over to my paper on his desk. I snatch the paper forcefully and stomp out of the room. I get to my locker and shove the paper in with my books. I slammed my locker door shut. As I do so a movement caught my eye.

I jumped back, punching whatever it was. "Ouch! God Lucy! Why'd you have to punch me?!" My best friend, Pippa Love yells while holding her nose. "Where'd you even learn how to fight like that?"

I shrug. "My brother. Duh." I say, knocking on her head. "Plus you scared the living crap out of me."

"Oh, sorry." She says.

"Sorry for punching you." I say. We smile and then burst out laughing. "Yeah, right." We both say in sync between laughter.

"Hey, wanna go get some frozen yogurt before we go home?" She asks.

"Let me guess. You need a ride?" I ask with a smile. She smiles sheepishly and nods. "Yeah... My step-dad a mom had a fight and I don't think neither of them are going to be able to pick me up." She says, eyes trained on the ground with a small frown.

My smile fades away and I frown. "Where'd he hit you this time?" I ask. She looks up. "It doesn't matter anyway. What's done is done." She says. A single tear goes down her cheek.

"Where'd he hit you?" I say more sternly. More tears cascade down her face. She lifts up her shirt some and that's when I see the huge bruise on her stomach. My eyes widened, and I put my hand up to my mouth.