Anne-Maria (Completed)

Tuesday (Jessie's P.O.V)

I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes. I hoped I was just dreaming, but everything seemed too real. I walked downstairs and into my kitchen to see what all the noise was about. My father was drunk again, yelling at my innocent mom. I pushed him away from her and he began to curse at me instead. My mom slapped him, which only angered him more. I begged him to stop and sighed once he finally calmed himself down.

I didn't exactly hate my dad, but I didn't love him too much either. He was drunk most days out of the week. He's been this way ever since he was laid off from his job. The business he worked for was sued and was going to close, so the owner of the business had no choice but to lay off everyone who worked for him. My mother threatened to call the police once he started yelling again, she always knew how to scare him into "submission". He went up to the room to take another shower, and once he was gone my mother approached me.

"If he tries to do anything to you, taze him okay?" My mother asked, handing me a taser that was newly bought. I gulped, fearing that I might have to do so. She kissed me on the forehead and left to work. I had lost my appetite, so I decided just to get ready earlier than I usually would. I held the taser tight in my hand making sure not to accidently press the button and taze myself.

I placed it on my bed so I could have both hand to open the package that encased my new school uniform. I wasn't too sad about needing to wear a uniform after finding out that it looked more like a Japanese school uniform. The uniform also came with cute Mary Jane's that all girls were required to wear. I pondered for a moment on the idea of how they knew my exact size for clothes and shoes, but my thoughts were put to rest when I remembered how we gave the school that information at the beginning of the school year (Or when I joined the school).

Before sliding on the black Mary Jane flats the I recieved, I put on my new white knee socks. I walked out of my room to the bathroom, where I brushed my curly hair out. I decided to straighten my hair today, just so it would look nicer than usual. My dad was done showering, so I closed the bathroom door and locked it. He usually insults me when he is drunk, so to prevent that from happening, I locked the door so he wouldn't know I was still home.

I straightened my hair and separated about an inch of it to put up in a side "pig-tail". I brushed my teeth and put on some chapstick. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my backpack that was resting beside the front door. On my way out, I tucked in my shirt and said a quick goodbye to my father.

"Where do you think you are going missy? Clean up this mess," My dad said, pulling me by my hair back into the house. I protested and tried to push my way around him to leave for school. I forgot my taser up in my bedroom, so all I could do was push and shove to reach the front door.

He pulled my hair again and finally let me go. I hurried to the front door that was still open. When I thought I was finally saved from my father's wrath, he pushed me out and I fell to my knees. I fell into a puddle and my bright white socks didn't look so bright after getting up. I had cut my knee on a rock when I had fallen and winced in pain at the sight of blood. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was still bleeding. My dad laughed and slammed the door, leaving me in silence.

I patted my left knee and pulled my sock down until it reached my ankle. I winced at the sight of the blood still slowly seeping out of the cut, but I had to toughen up. I tried to walk quickly to school, fearing that I would be late. I was relieved to see that none of the other children on my block weren't walking to school along with me.

Knowing that I had left my house earlier than usual, I walked slightly slower, allowing myself to limp and accept the pain in my knee. I winced every time that I had bent my knee and stopped every once in awhile to check the cut. The small cut was still slowly bleeding. I sighed and took a seat on the floor to grab a tissue out of my bag. I pulled my pink backpack off of my back and reached into the smallest pocket. I pulled out a small pack of tissues and cautiously patted the cut. I looked towards the end of the street and saw someone walking towards me, moving quicker once they noticed me. I quickly put the tissues back into my backpack and pulled my sock over my cut.

I was startled to see Kevin, I didn't realise that he lived in the neighborhood before, so when he approached me I was overjoyed, well until he opened his mouth to talk.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked. I sat up and nodded, walking away quickly. I didn't want him to know that I was in pain. I tried my best not to limp and walk fast, but my best wasn't enough. He caught up with me and asked if I needed help again?

I limped away quicker this time, and the pain was growing as I walked. I stumbled to the floor and winced. Stupid knee.

I pulled up my sock, and before I knew it I was on Kevin's back. I couldn't believe that he was giving me a piggy-back ride. I tried to pull his hair so we would put me down, but my arms were quickly around his neck after almost falling. With one arm still choking him, I slapped his cheek and made sure it hurt.

He flinched at the touch of my hand, so I didn't hit him as hard as I would of liked too. Stupid Kevin.

He finally put me down once we arrived at school and before he had the chance to ask the same stupid question, I quickly limped to the nurse. My socks were stained, my knee was cut and I was most likely going to fail the upcoming test, why am I so unlucky?