Ariana's POV
*beep beep beep be-*
My alarm clock sounded as I turn it off. I sign. Here comes another awful day. I think to myself and get out of my bed. I walk to my bathroom and look in the mirror. Ugly. I think to myself. I wash my face and brush my teeth and hair and put my hair into a high messy pony tail. I walk out of the bathroom and put on a grey tang top with a sweatshirt and skinny jeans. I creep down the steps hoping that my Dad has left. I look in the kitchen and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I smile and grab an apple, my bag, car keys for my car, and my grey Vans. I walk out into my drive way to see my Dad left a note on my car.
Better be home right after school. Or you'll have the worst beating of your life tonight.
I throw the note to the side and get into my car and leave.
I pull into the school parking lot and get out. I lock my car and head to the building known as school.
"Hey slut! I see your still alive? Why haven't you killed yourself yet huh? Don't you see no one likes you?" The schools most popular girl and slut says to me. I rubb it off and keep walking.
"Becca. Stop okay? It's not cool." I hear Harry say. He and I have been going to the same school together since we were both in kindergarten. But, hes changed. After his Dad's death he and his friends joined a gang. He's gotten tattoos and piercings too.
"Whatever." I hear her say as she stomps off in her high heels. I laugh to myself and head to my locker.
*After school*
I ran to my locker and grabbed my bag and turned only to be met by a hard yet warm object. I back up to see Harry.
"Oh. Sorry." I say.
" Listen, I have to drop something off at your house tonight. What t-" I cut him off by running away.
"Hey! Ariana wait!" He says as I hear him run after me.
"Listen, sorry I have to go." I say but he grabs my forearm to pull me back.
"No. Listen I h-" I cut him off.
"Listen I really need to go. Tell me tomorrow." I say as I break out of grasp and run to my car.
I jump out of my car and run to the door. I turn the handle and walk in only to be kicked on the floor.
"Your late."
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FanficAriana. She's eighteen years old, shy when you first meet her but then opens up and becomes kind, caring, and funny. She has no friends. She had a best friend once whos name was Eleanor but she moved away when she was twelve. Last, her father abuses...
