Chapter 4

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I woke up this morning with a stabbing pain in my stomach. I wasn't surprised, my dad kicked me pretty hard last night.

I lied there in bed closing my eyes with my hands covering my face.

After a few minutes, my mom stormed into my room.

"Get up"

"Mom I'm sick-"

"No. I said get up. Do you want your bedroom privileges taken away again? Or your food privileges?"

"Dude I literally had a 103 fever last night and I've been puking nonstop, I can't go" I said weakly. I'll admit, I use the "I'm sick" excuse a lot to get out of school, but I genuinely felt like shit this time.

"Rep I'm giving you 5 seconds to get your lazy, dramatic ass up before I drag you out of this room myself."

God, why can't she just believe that I'm sick? And why does she have to treat me like a child? "I'm counting to 5" like stfu.

"1...2..."

"Fine, fine, I'm going. Jesus, no need treat me like a baby"

"Then don't act like one" she yelled before slamming my door shut.

Knowing how severe I'd get punished, I begrudgingly got out of bed.

Once I got ready, I slowly walked outside towards my bus stop, stopping every so often to close my eyes and not get too nauseous or lightheaded.

As I walk down the sidewalk to the bus stop, I watch tons of people in my grade driving their cars down the road, which just made me hate my parents even more.

I passed my drivers test, I'm 17, I even offered to buy my own car. They say it's because they don't want me to be able to leave the house and go wherever I want whenever I want, but I really think it's just because they hate the idea of me being happy or having freedom.

After 5 minutes or so, my bus stopped at the end of the sidewalk, and I walk on. Immediately, I'm blasted with the smell of middle school boys b.o. and the high pitched sounds of kids screaming. If that doesn't trigger my nausea and needing to throw up, plus my pounding migraine, I don't know what will.

Once I sit down, I get a paper airplane thrown at my forehead, followed by two or three kids laughing.

"Mhm haha, you guys are hilarious" I say sarcastically before crumpling the paper up and throwing it back towards them. That shut those little monsters up pretty quickly.

Eventually, I got to school and started heading towards my first hour class. The bus arrived at our school 2 minutes before the bell rang, so I didn't have time in the mornings to do anything else.

When I walked into class, there was a seating chart pulled up on the screen. It took about 5 minutes for the rest of these imbeciles to find their spot, but eventually everyone got seated.

"Good morning everyone, and welcome to your first day of junior year! My name is Mrs. London, and I'll be your English teacher this year! For the first couple minutes, I want you all to turn to somebody next to you and just tell them about your summer while I take attendance."

Oh great.

Once our teacher stopped talking, this redheaded girl named Abigail turned to me.

"How was your summer?"

My summer? It was shit. I have no friends and I'm an only child of abusive parents. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I have more mental issues than I can count on my fingers, so spending all of that time by myself was definitely not beneficial.

"It was pretty good, how was yours?"

"It was amazing! Me and my family took a trip to Florida!!!"

Florida?? I've hardly even left this town.

As the teacher started talking again, I felt an onrush of dizziness. I couldn't just ask to leave already though, not during the first 10 minutes of the school year. So, I just chugged a bunch of water and dealt with it, hoping it would go away.

"Alright, now that we're done with that, I'm gonna go over the basic rules and regulations. I'm sure you're gonna hear this multiple times today, so feel free to just use this time for yourself."

Okay, okay, she's chill.

40 minutes later, the bell rang, and I headed towards my second hour class, feeling like I was gonna pass out at any moment.

A/N- yeah so basically...i would apologize for not updating for almost a month but i'm sure you guys are getting tired of my repetitive "im so sorry i haven't posted in forever!!" 's (as well as getting tired of me taking forever to update) so um yeah mb

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