"Shut up and eat your breakfast" my aunt Viviana yells, slapping the table in front of me. "Yes Aunt Viviana," I reply.
Aunt Viviana smiled. She was a dreadfully skinny woman with a nose that was held higher than her pride. I knew something was coming next.
"You know if your stupid mother hadn't given you up my sister would have never taken you in and I would have never been in the situation of raising a worthless brat like you." Viviana sneered. I shuttered at her response. "Yes Aunt Viviana," I said, tears welling me eyes.
"Don't call me that you worthless dead-beat! Get out of my house!" With that Viviana reached over and grabbed my school bag that resided beside my frail body, and threw it, hitting the door. I got up gathering my simple dish and made my way for the sink. "Get out wretch!" Viviana grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face her, slapping my face. My head jeered left.
She let me go, eyes a beady red. She's been doing it again, the drugs. the more I thought of it the faster I walked to the door. Living in Whitechapel, London wasn't as good as everyone plated to to be. Between the constant cries of street urchins and fighting couples, along with the occasional robbery, gunshot, and bobbie raids, this place was rather distinct.
Thoughts crowded my mind as I walked along the cobblestone pathway. I turned and there it was. 89 Whitechapel High St. E1 7RA, also known as Purple Stone Academy of East London. Students occupied every inch of the corridor, raiding their lockers.
The bell rang and with that everyone rushed to their furrowed, worn-out classrooms. "Hey Ryder!" Someone yelled, approaching me. The sound of their voice was so recognizable it made me cringe. Luke Chrismont. "Why don't you do East End a favor and go back to your parents?! Oh wait! They're dead!" He yelled, now right next to me. His minions cooed behind him, their laughter filling the halls making a commotion that caused everyone to turn around and follow the leader. Laughter, laughter everywhere.
Tears filled my eyes, today is going to be a long day.
A/N:
Ok I think this is how a modern day Ryder would look
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Ryder
Mystère / ThrillerHave you ever longed to fit in? For Ryder Pierce it's been a lifelong dream to fit in. Between her abusive family and the constant blaming of her parents death, she wants to get lost. And so she does; Just the real question is how?
