"Stop, stop!" I squeal as Kyle picks me up by surprise and is threatening to throw me into the pool.
"Don't you dare!" I say, giggling while trying to escape his grasp.
"What did you say?" He yells, throwing me into the air. I feel his hands release me and I flare my arms and legs around, trying to stop myself from breaking into the water and soaking all my clothes. Before I am able to reach the surface I hear another splash in the water and I know he jumped in too. God, I love him.
"My hair is all curly now," I complain.
"Oh shut up" he says, grabbing my waist underwater and kissing me. Kyle is the best. Really. We've been together for about a year now and I still remember the first day we met like it was only two hours ago. It was the end of freshman year. I can tell you one thing, it was not love at first sight. Actually, we hated each other since 6th grade.
I guess opposites really do attract. I'm a junior, 16 now. Life is good.
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"NOEL RAE LOMBARDI!" Shouts my mother. I groan.
"GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS!"
I slowly unwrap my blankets and slide my slippers on. Kyle gave these to me for my birthday last September. I make my way down stairs and the first thing I notice is that my mother is actually sober.
"What do you want? It's Saturday." I mutter because my throat still hurts from waking up. Without warning, my mother slaps me across the face leaving a red mark.
"What the hell was that for?" I say, still stunned from the insult of my face.
"How dare you call DCF. What did I ever do to you?" yells my mother.
"What are you talking about?" I shout back. I'm still confused.
"The Department of Children and Families just called and they want to investigate me for child abuse." She says while burying every face into her hands
"I didn't call them" I quickly state. DCF has been trying to make a case for years but they never have enough evidence to pull my mother into court. I wish they did.
"Shut the fuck up. You little bitch. You called them," she screams. Before I can respond, I'm on the floor with a huge blue and black bruise on my stomach, crying.
I didn't do anything! I hate her! I wish she would die in a hole. I honestly consider myself as a orphan because I hate my parents so much and it's not like they care.
At least I have enough sense to not get myself tangled into that life. I get good grades, I never let myself get below a 85.00 average. And I never miss a day of school, only if I'm sick. I also pick my friends wisely. Say no to drugs and beer and stuff. I'm a better mother to myself then my mother is to me!
Once my mother removes herself from the room I pick myself up and lock myself in my room. I pull out my headphone and listen to my music on max for hours. Until I'm interrupted by a blocked number calling me.
"Hello?" I sigh.
It's a girls voice probably about my age.
"Noel? Hello?" Says the mysterious person.
"Who is this and why is your number blocked?"
"Kyle," she simply says then hangs up. Well that's strange. I decide not tell anyone about it because it's probably just a mistake. Right?
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Not Average.
Teen Fiction16 year old Noel Rae Lombardi finds herself in the same repeating story. Her mother drunk and beating her and her deadbeat father, who knows where. Her long time boyfriend has a questionable background and her best friend is sneaking around but soon...
