Fifty Shades Of Malik

"It's because it is true"

I woke up to that 'my morning' alarm went on. I had my head on the pillow while I was looking for the clock on the floor. After many attempts to find it, I lift my head to stop the alarm. I lift up the pink flower clock and turns it off. I putt it down on the floor again and i push myself up so im sitting up on the bed's edge. I rub my eyes. God, I need more sleep. It may also be my bed. It's very hard.

I stand up and take two steps to my closet. Scratch that. Its bulid in the wall, so its not even standing on my floor. I look around for a while in my almost empty closet. I took a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top and a long white sweater. I looked at the small mirror on the inside of my closet door. It looks okay. You can not see the wounds or bruises.

I went to my door and open it carefully so i don't wake my dad or mom. Or my brother. The white door makes a littet creaking noises when I open it carefully. I stop and look around to make sure no one woke up. I listen if I hear someone running down the stairs. No sound. Who am I kidding, I live under the stairs, like Harry Potter. I take a step outside and i close the little door. I tiptoe to the kitchen and open the small white fridge, but are met by nothing. I sigh and hear my stomach rumble.

Shit, another day without food?

I closed the fridge and tiptoe to the hall to go to school. The floor is making cracking noise, but it's not loud so they dont wake up. I put on my old Doc Martin and my green military jacket i got from my dad three years ago. Okey, his friends daughter left it here, so he said i could have it cause it was to small for my mom. I take my black school bag that's hanging on a hook next to the door and put it on one shoulder. I was just on my way to open the door when I see my mom's old black hat. I look at it for a while before I take the hat and opens the door completely.

I put on my hat and shut the door. Mom will hate me, but I remember when I was little and I borrow it all the time, though it was too big for me. I smile when I think of memory. I start to go down from the small staircase that goes between the porch and the street. I'm starting to go in my school's direction when it literally starts raining the Niagara falls. i sigh as i continue walking. I dont have an iPod or mobile phone, so I spend my morning day watching people. Their perfecta families. Their perfecta life.

Why was not my life as theirs?

My family is different. Very different. But not when we have visitors, then they are normal. My mom and dad wanted a boy, just a boy. A lonely child who would get everything he pointed at. And they  got what they wanted. My brother Jamie was born two years before me. He was one hundred percent planned and they are had big plans for his life. But I was an accident.

I was born in an airport when my mom, dad and brother were going to spain for vacation. Mom had what they called "unexpected pregnancy". My parents were in shock and they are was sent to a hospital. They said back then that I would have a tough life. Already then. Time passed and my parents treat me like you treat a normal child, then I became thirteen and started a ask for money for having fun with friends and to buy clothes.

My mother start beating me. One day when I was in my room in our old house, my mom came in and start beating me. Without notice, my father opens the door. he was just standing there in the door frame and watching, and then he also wanted to play.

Since then a lot have happened. We move because I would get a smaller room. My brother got everything he pointed at. I started a new school. My brother got everything he pointed at. I got a job to get money for food and clothing. My brother got everything he pointed at. I turned seventeen. My brother got everything he pointed at. 

See the pattern?

I sigh when I see the large concrete building in front of me. I start walking towards the large metal door when I get pushed by one guy from the school's football team, which makes me drop my school bag, making all of my book's land in one of the puddles. "Hey!" I say while I bend down and take up my bag and books. One of the guys turns around and meets my gaze.

"Sorry"

Sorry?

Is that all he can say? I must pay for my books, and that means asking for money. Damn, I will be beaten hard tonight. I sigh and continue to go to school. I open the door that leads to the long corridors, and I look at the big white clock and I realize I'm late.

Fuck.

I start running towards classroom 3 AKA Mathematics. I really hate math. When I say hate, I mean it. I quickly open the door that leads to the fully clas room.

"Hi Mr. Winchester..." I say with eyes on the floor. How more embarrassing can this be?

"Why are you late?" says Mr. Winchester, also known as Sam, while he looks at me through his big black glasses.

"Um..."

I look to the person that pushed me, Andy. He is the largest guy in the school. Very scary. I have heard that he raped a girl after she told the teacher that he had beaten her. Yep, he's scary.

"um... Andy..." I look at him quickly before I look down at the floor again.

"He pushed me in one of the puddles" I mumble.

I look up carefully and are met by Mr. Winchester's shocked gaze. I guess he knows what happens to people who tell's the teachers. Mr. Winchester clears his throat.

"Um, Ms. Edwards you can go and take a seat".

I nod and start walking towards my chair. Suddenly I fall forwards, towards the ground. The class starts laughing, like in the movies. Mr .Winchester tries to mute the the class, but fails big time. I sigh and stands up and see who did hook leg on me. Andy. And it was not the only thing he would do.

I take a deep breath and go to my chair. I sit down and put my backpack under my school desk. I take out my math books. I open the first page and see my old drawing book. I wonder when I last used it? I scroll through it, but then looking back. It's him. I see a drawing I've been thinking about my whole life. The guy who stole my heart. Unfortunately, I never found out his name. I sigh and pull my index finger on the pencil stretch that shapes his jawline.

I raise my finger and and look at the tip of my finger. The black color was stuck on my pale skin. I would do anything to see him again. To hear his voice. Get to know his name. The rest of the lesson, I sit and look through the big window. The rain ran down the window, the drops fighting seeing who could come down to the window frame first. I followed every drop that catch my eye down to the end. Why did i never get him? It is perhaps obvious. all the girls were crazy about him. Who would not? He was beautiful. Mysterious. Wonderful. Perfect. They diden't know anything about him though. He was like that wonderfully mysterious. He was talking to a girl, all he said was:

"just leave me alone"

That's it. She cried for days. Later, she was different. She was not the same girl. She sat alone at lunch, went home alone, never talk to anyone. Weird girl. Still, I wanted to talk to him. The school clock saves me to think more. Everyone stands up and goes to the door. I quickly pack my things and stands up. I walk towards the light brown wooden door and i put my hand on the handle, but Mr. Winchester stops me. 

"Ms. Edwards?"

I take a deep breath, I let the handle and turn around.

"Yeah?"

"I'm just worried about you, your gradesare not getting better"

I sigh. I know my grades are not getting better, But what sould i do?

"I know, its just hard at home right now"

"Ms. Edwards, you always say that"

"It's because it is true"

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So the first chapter is out! i just wanted to get you to know Perried storie! so ya here it is! your welcome!

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